On our last day in Vegas, I insisted that we go to Madame Tussauds as I’d already purchased the tickets and didn’t want them to go to waste, plus I’d heard that it was fun to pose with the various figures. …it was actually pretty creepy. I’d see one facing my direction out of the corner of an eye, and it would startle me. Looking directly into those dead, blank eyes was even more disturbing. I suppose it doesn’t help that I don’t really have a celebrity-boner for any of these people so it’s hard to get excited about interacting with wax figures of people I’m ambivalent about. We had what fun we could, regardless.
He sassed me.
Would we go back? No.