After the SkyJump-induced adrenaline rush on my recent very important business trip to Las Vegas, I searched for something less terrifying to quench my thirst for new experiences. This led me to Madame Tussauds wax museum at the Venetian. I was drawn to the museum because of my long-standing affinity for wax figures and/or the 20% discount I received for joining the Venetian’s rewards program.
Erin joined me for this excursion, and our expectations were pretty low. The two tweens running the ticket counter did little to quell our fears. We rode the escalator to the first room and stood among a dozen or so life-sized celebrity wax figures. They were remarkably real looking and didn’t mind if you stopped for a photo or five. We took ample advantage of their chill demeanor.
The next few rooms had replicas of sports stars, musicians, TV personalities, and a number of other notable people. One room even had a karaoke machine, which I promptly took over. I belted “My Kind of Town” in my best Frank Sinatra impression and stopped immediately upon hearing footsteps heading our way (there were approximately 2 other people in the museum with us). By this point, we were really excited and surprised by the quality of the museum. There’s something childishly fun about striking a pose with these figures.
The next portion of the museum made me wish I had captured video. Not because the figures moved (which would have been amazing after hearing Erin repeat how creepy they were for the first few photos), but because Erin and I freaked out at the sight of the replicas. We’re both huge Frank Sinatra fans, and we could barely stay standing when we saw the Rat Pack, cool as ever, in the next room:
The exhibit ended with a few other entertainers and some superheroes. We exited into a lackluster gift shop (even by gift shop standards) and left still surprised by the entertainment value of a wax museum.
In my next post, I cross an item off my Chicago bucket list.