There are a lot of fun things you can do in Vegas, some goofier than others. My husband and I like to take full advantage of every silly opportunity we can.
Beyond the overpriced souvenir photos, you can find kooky snapshot ops outside the resorts, too. Costumed characters parade up and down the sidewalks willing to pose with you for a few bucks. These panhandlers dress as everything from Hello Kitty to the minions from Despicable Me, to a gingerbread man we saw drunkenly slumped over on the sidewalk mid-day. His more sober pals stepped over him to continue working the crowds.
And outside the recently shuttered gardens at Bally’s Las Vegas last winter, I was walking toward a post when a huge Chewbacca suddenly stepped out right in front of me. We surprised each other, but I was the only one of us who screamed right in the other’s face. Nearby, my husband chuckled; he’d seen Chewy coming even though I hadn’t. “I was hoping that would happen,” he chortled. From then on we often saw Chewbacca parading around in that same area. “Hey, Chewy!” someone would yell from the walkway overhead. “Heeeeeeeeeeey,” Chewy slurred back in just about the laziest Wookie accent possible. He was definitely our favorite.
The Strip is going to change quite a bit in upcoming years with brand new resorts and attractions. I’m looking forward to making a third trip sometime soon. Will Chewy still be there? We’ll find out, and hopefully get a scream-free picture!