Forty-eight hours in Vegas allows many things, but it is not for procrastinators or spontaneous types who rise late and improvise. You might consider the pace of my trip alarming. If the concept of playing Beat the Clock while vacationing strikes you as more nightmare than dream, read no further. He supplies a running commentary, pointing out sights like the world's most powerful laser beam, which is green, comes from the fountain of the Hilton, and tonight is operating at only 60 percent of its awesome capacity. Vegas, not Paris, is the real City of Light.
Most hotels are tomb-quiet after midnight.
Not Vegas hotels. At two in the morning the Treasure Island reception desk is as noisy and synapse-jangling as one of the 2,169 slot machines in the casino. It might as well be high noon. Don't assume staff members aren't on their toes at this hour. For the first time in all my travels, I am asked to present photo ID at check-in.