As far as drunk nights in Vegas go, this one is pretty tame.
After stumbling out of Area 15, both perhaps a little on the edge about the now-real possibility of going somewhere with a stranger, we jumped into an Uber with no real destination in sight. During the ride, Jo suggested we go on the High Roller, the second-tallest observation wheel in the world. Seeing the neon lights from high above did sound like a pretty cool idea, so we ended up getting off at Harrah’s and stumbling through some back alleys and parking lots towards the general direction of the wheel.
We giggle and cackle all the way to the observation wheel, which I’m guessing is not the oddest sight to see around these places. At least the nice lady at the counter seems amused. Secretly she must be hoping neither of us barf on the wheel.
I like to complain about the price of these gimmicky tourist traps, but it’s hard to be cynical with a view like this.
Admiring the sights is the only time that Jo and I shut up about whatever nonsense we’ve been going on and on about. Something I’m sure the other people in the cabin are very grateful for.
As we make our way down from the wheel, all I can think about is the food that’ll [hopefully] bring us down from our tipsiness.
The High Roller is located on 3545 S Las Vegas Blvd, Las Vegas, Nevada, USA. Open every day from 14:00 to 00:00. Tickets are $23.50 from 14:00 to 16:59 and $34.75 from 17:00 to 00:00.
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