Like the nerds we are, the first attraction we went to was The National Atomic Testing Museum: or How I Learned to Love the Bomb. We also saw family-friendly comedic magician Mac King. His show was a mixture of old-timey cornball humor and neato magic tricks. We all loved him. (Travel tip: don't pay the $40 per person for seats. Go to the concierge at Harrah's and ask if they have any 'free tickets with a purchase of beverage' tickets tickets. They did for all five of us and dudes, we totally scored.)
A lot of the time we just walked around and admired the spectacle that is Las Vegas. I enjoyed that during the day, but at night it gets too crowded and makes me stabby. Also, I have a tendency to make automatic revolving doors suddenly stop, confusing everyone behind me. Sorry, folks! Just another one of the perks of my wizard powers to kill all things electronic! You know what? I should really learn how to gamble. I wonder what my witchy powers would do to slot machines. Huh.
Our favorite activity of the trip was visiting the Bodies: The Exhibition. It was amazeBALLS. And I mean that literally. Most of the plasticized bodies were men, without clothes.... or skin. The exhibit had hundreds of body parts preserved in various fashions. Fetuses, blackened smokers's lungs, exposed muscled thighs, hearts, bones, and viscera. It was sobering to see all of the intricacies and capabilities of the human body. And of course, it was a little bit creepy. I was creeped out by the toenails of the donors. My girls were creeped out by the alienesque baby skulls. And my husband and son were creeped out the most by the one long bodiless peel of a person's skin. I was so proud when my son turned around and whispered, 'It rubs the lotion on its skin.'