Today, instead of being able to go watch Pirates of the Caribbean with friends, I had to go with the family (in an extremely cramped van) to the Venetian to entertain the house guests. Oh. Joy.

To try to make the best of the situation, I brought my digital camera with the premise of getting reference photos. Ha. Sis and I were really trying to get pictures of some of the cute guys that were walking around the shops... but there really wasn't anyone too interesting. Especially since it's a weekday.

One of the singers steering the gondolas was a former LVA-ite and I felt like calling out to him to say hi (we were on rather friendly terms during my freshman year) but he was too busy trying not to get the boat to ram into the sides. Oh well.

There were at least three couples getting married that day. One was this really cute asian (Korean?) couple complete with their own personal photographer to follow them around. They didn't get to ride the wedding gondola though. Another couple passed by rather quickly so I couldn't see how they looked. The last one had this really nice reception on the small bridge section of this restaurant with a madrigal choir singing for them.

At some point the parents wanted to show off the really nice lobby, so sis and I had an opportunity to (finally) head to the Guggenheim exhibit on pop art. Dad was being ever the ass (again) and had to make a big deal about our need to appreciate art to the guy who was handling the money. Everyone sans dad was wishing that he would just shut up. Grr. The exhibit was nice. I've never been too impressed with pop art (especially the over-rated and now kitsch work of Andy Warhol) but the sheer size of some of the pieces was astonishing. The only piece that struck me as amazing was this gigantic monstrosity (covering a third of the long wall of the gallery) by Rauschenberg called "Barge." Looks like something I would do if Michaels would let me bring in something that big. Damn, all the good ideas have been taken already. Sis was absolutely in love with the "Soft Light Switches" and "Soft Pay Phone." We both hated the "Four Soap Dishes" (I wanted to scream at it since it looks like an exercise we had to do while learning to oil paint). Afterwards, shopped at the Guggenheim shop (sis got a post card of "Barge" and I was contemplating this really nice shirt with an image of "The Passion of St. Sebastian" on it until I saw the price...$28?! I could effing make that shirt for half that price!) where dad ran into us and we regrouped with everyone else, decided on dinner, and went to Jillian's at Neonopolis where I made an ass of myself on the Pump It Up game (again) and completely kicked MC's ass twice in air hockey.

Back to a previous subject... yep, there were a few cute guys, but they were sparse at best. And had a tendency to carry luggage (::coughgirlfriendscough::) with them. Several were rather note-worthy. There was this swedish boy that I had eye contact with several times (it's a pity that he was with his parents), this puppy dog of an emo boy sipping coffee with a large group of girls (::beep::), two guys who were either gay or european given how close they were where ever I saw them, and (naturally) pretty boy with the spiked hair working at Sephora.

... Screw it. A huge make up store is the last place to be cruising guys. Especially if they were caked up like the drag queen that did sis' make over for Winter Formal last year. And even if they are good looking, chances are that they're taken. Oh well.

I should have gotten that $40 bottle of Demeter Gin & Tonic. It smelled nice and alcoholic. Vegas needs its own Demeter uni-sex cologne shop.