Bright lights.  Trucks with billboards announcing hot babes that come to you.  Slot machines and black jack tables.  And shows.  Comedy shows.  Musicals.  Peep shows.  Pick a show.  We picked the Phantom of the Opera at the Venetian.  
    Prior to making the commitment to see Phantom of the Opera, I received a variety of reviews regarding the show.  I wasn’t sure what exactly I was walking into.  The theater was made specifically for the Phantom…much like Vegas, creating an illusion…in this case the 1800s.  
    Once the show began, I was instantly hooked…a protoganist that is a pathological killer and hopeless romantic?  I’m sold.  My kind of guy.  It was reminiscent of the Greek myth about Hades and Persephone…guy likes girl, guy is geeky and unattractive, guy is a bit of loner, guy woos girl, girl learns some cool tricks but she just wants to be friends, guy has a phat pad underground (he’s probably concerned about the end of the Mayan calendar), guy wants more so he keeps her at his place against her will, but girl has friends that persuade guy this might not be the way to forge a relationship.  Guy lets girl go…although with Persephone she ate those pomegranate seeds, forcing her into a long distance relationship half of the year, and the other half she, like many others in today’s society, is in a loveless marriage, but unlike others she get to be the Goddess of the Underworld…who doesn’t want to have that title?!  
    Anyways, I found myself teary, and feeling sorry for the misunderstood Phantom.  He is a bit of serial killer, but did you see how cool his place is?  

I give the Phantom 3.5 chandeliers.