Farewell to one of the great fixtures on The Strip but for me The Mirage in Vegas was all a dream. From which I woke up but felt I was still hallucinating.
No, not from a trip on the Strip but the effects of the jet lag from the flight from Dublin.

In my defence I wasn’t the only one who nodded off during the Cirque du Soleil Beatles Love show.
With veteran of Vegas and the travel scene, Gerry Benson, also in slumber during the show.
Of course the Cirque du Soliel show was an acrobatic and musical assault on the senses and prepared me well for Neon City.
Eruption of joy

The Strip, or Las Vegas Boulevard, is like no other stretch of entertainment real estate.
And gives new meaning to the term ‘keeping up with the Joneses’.
Particularly when you have to compete with Sphinxes, Eiffel Towers and gondolas.
But the Mirage fair held its own with its $30million volcano spewing out ‘lava’ in hourly eruptions since 1989.

All of which we witnessed from our hotel The Venetian across the Strip.
Where gondoliers plied their trade on the Grand Canal and under the Rialto Bridge.
Vegas can be a bit of a blur and that probably means that you’re doing it right.
Bridging the continents

And so following the Beatles Love show I decided to take 40 winks in my room only to be woken by a call saying I was expected for the group dinner downstairs.
And so groggy and on autodrive I stumbled my way past the Grand Canal and into a fresco-filled room in the Venetian.
Who needs hallucinogens when you have these alternate universes all around you.
Sadly, now The Mirage is to be replaced by a Hard Rock and some of the magic will be lost.
Neon Museum is a blinder

Not that it will be lost for ever with the lettering and fixtures probably being rehoused now in the lovingly preserved Neon Museum.
Where Beverley Saperstein guided us around the lot where old Vegas resorts and their signs go to rest.
No resting though for Beverley, then voted Vegas’s Senior Citizen of the Year.
All dangly Liberace earrings, given to her by the great showman.
So next time we’re back we’ll be expecting to see a new addition at the Neon Museum.
The Mirage in Vegas was all a dream. But one I lived through… or so I was told.



