and I in the elevator going up to the observation deck. I
figured it would be a great shot for FOJM.
not terribly afraid of heights, but I don't like to tempt fate.
I took a few pictues outside, before retreating from the
cold, wind and fear of my clumsiness. The inside wasn't
much better, however. Like Fred,
I could easily imagine myself tripping into the windows and
plummetting to my death. The signs warning patrons not
to lean on the glass were not at all comforting, either.
bright spot of this picture is the Sahara. I'm sorry I
didn't get a better picture of it, as it's one of the few remaining
old school Vegas casinos. It's really gorgeous at night
-- not just neon, but luminous.
I lost Jennifer and couldn't even find her after walking all
the way around the observation deck. I thought I saw her
going into the bathroom stall next to mine as I came out. We
stopped and looked at each other, but instead it was Pamie.
was lucky indeed. Not only did she tell me everyone was
heading over to Tong's, but she also she bumped into Jennifer
downstairs while I was taking another lap around the observation
deck. A few minutes later they paged "Erica Johnson,"
so I knew to meet Jennifer downstairs.