Last night our wonderful hosts treated us to our first real Vegas show: Le Reve, playing at the Wynn casino.
It was a really nice show. The performances were amazing, and just technically it was fantastic. It was a water show, so all the action centered on a huge pool, which for the life of us we couldn’t figure out, as different platforms and items would come out of it and performers dove into it from very great heights.
It had to have been quite deep and full of clockworks that wheeled all the platforms and trees and beds out of the way. I’ve never seen a “Cirque du Soleil” show (this was not one, but it was a show of that type, and designed by one of their former designers) but we were very entertained and amazed by this one.
(Not everyone agrees that Le Reve is a good show. I found this review of it online:
Glad I wasn’t paying!! We got 4 comped tickets and were more entertained by the high-rollers at the craps table waiting to go in. This is most definitely a Cirque “wanna be”. Too much up & down on the cables to the ceiling with not enough acrobatics. The girl performers had their legs spread way too much and what was with the possessed topless dancer? This was supposed to be a dream sequence but I can truthfully say I’ve never dreamed close to this or about dangling dead men in trench coats! The darkness to this “show” was disturbing and I had a hard time even looking at the “devil” character. But the biggest turn off to the entire thing was when the girls came out in pairs and undressed and caressed each other. This had nothing to do with the show and was only an attempt to promote lesbianism. If they would have stuck to the outstanding diving and acrobatics (the back muscles in the guys were unbelievable) this show would be worth it. For us, it was simply a beautifully designed theater put to waste.
Not only do I disagree with this assessment of the show — I had no problem looking at the “devil” character — but I’m offended by its criticism of lesbianism, which suddenly and inexplicably I am 110% in favor of.)
Afterwards we hit the fancy schmancy bar in the Wynn, “Lure”. There was a minor problem as Becky had not brought her ID, but Stewart got his friend Abe Lincoln to vouch for her, if you know what I mean. We had upscale drinks, but not the $16,000 bottle of something-or-other we could have bought if I had brought my spendin’ wallet.
Here are Stewart and Anne livin’ large:
We didn’t do any gambling at that point. Stewart and I had hit the video poker machines earlier, and I walked away with six bucks!* Stewart nearly increased his initial investment by 50%! I’m looking to hit the craps table, as I generaly like dice, but I don’t know how to play it**. I’ll have to check out the Gambling Games for Dummies book that’s in our guest room, but I’ve heard that book can be dangerous to novice gamblers.
Anyway, afterwards we checked out two shows of the famed Bellagio fountains, and neither was, thankfully, set to “I’m Proud to Be an American” which I understand is currently in rotation as a musical offering. One was “Appalachian Spring” by Aaron Copeland, and the other was “Love Will Tear Us Apart” by Joy Division***.
We toured the Bellagio a bit and then, sadly, headed back home to bed. We really are a couple of old ladies. We’ll definitely be back on the strip, though: I’m not leaving without seeing the Luxor.
* — Out of ten.
** — Matthew says it’s easy: “Just walk up to the table, ask for the dice and say ‘I have a Craps skill of 8. If I can roll under my skill on 2d6, you have to double my money.'”
*** — This is not true.