Just as I started to stroll out the front door of the Bellagio Hotel onto the escalator walkway that transports tourists to the entrance of the Cosmopolitan next door, I spied two slightly-tipsy (!) dudes - stark naked - save for tight-fittting pink speedos (a second skin?) and ubiquitious foot apparel (the mighty flip-flop) flapping in a light breeze.
Uh-huh.
The studly boy-toys turned quite a few heads!
Surprisingly - though the streets were rife with hetero energy - no slurs rang out to rain on their parade.
Nope - not one cry of "fag" or "queers" - fell upon my ears!
There were a couple of humorous comments, however.
One macho dude - with his gal pal in tow - cried out:
"I like your boyfriend. He's cute!"
Everyone within earshot broke into gales of laughter in a fun festive way.
At one point, the "couple" (honeymooning in Vegas after marrying in New York?) let their bulging crotches hang on a hand-rail which separated the two walkways going each way, which triggered wild squeals from a bevy of bodacious babes who caught an eyeful (to say the least!).
The sexy twosome proceeded to titillate street pedestrians and literally stop traffic as they strutted down the strip and tourists scurried for photo ops!
When I trotted into the Cosmopolitan, I was forced to fight my way through the hip young crowd, swarming at the latest "in" spot on the Vegas strip.
Upstairs, the mood had heightened to a fever pitch, as locals - and out-of-towners - tried to wangle their way into the Marquee Club.
Every since Paris Hilton frequented the trendy watering hole - duly noted by the press - it has been a popular hang-out for celebs, lookie-looks, and wannabees anxious to trip-the-light fantastic (and get laid)!
By the way, if you're planning on popping in to the Bellagio to get a gander at the display at the Conservatory, you'd be wise to take in the spectacle in the evening when the "Ferris Wheel" and "Merry-Go-Round" are lit up and decorated to perfection.
The scent of the tropical flowers in bloom beats any high-end perfume being plugged by any discerning fashion house!
On a down note, it should be noted that the waitresses at the Cosmopolitan and Bellagio are pretty slow in delivering up exotic cocktails on the Casino floor.
The Hotels are either understaffed or the servers are - quite simply - dragging their hose.
Who knows, maybe it's a deliberate ploy by Management to get patrons to saunter up to the house bar and order up pricey drinks that aren't shelled out on the gambling-room floor.
There outta be a law!
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