We took a much needed break from the sweaty, el naturale life of camping to visit Las Vegas. It certainly did not disappoint, as it was well air conditioned in the casinos and quite a sight to behold after sundown. The glitz, glamor and bright lights left my eyes glazed over and my jaw dropped in awe.
After struttin' the strip, trying our luck with a bit of gambling and doing a lot of people watching, I came to the realization that I loved and hated Vegas for the very same reason: its open acceptance. On one hand, it didn't matter who you were or where you came from. You fit it in at Vegas and looked like you belonged. That includes the French speaking broad dressed to the nines, Elvis posing for photos in his sequin costume and every fashion challenged father in his jorts and socked sandals. On the other hand, because Sin City says "yes" to everyone and everything, any sense of standard or morality is erased. That explains the homeless man on his date with Mary Jane and swarms of advertisers distributing cards featuring ladies in their birthday suits.
Now that I've had my first taste of Vegas, Kyle and I are already planning our return visit (which will be scheduled after we win the lottery). In terms of accommodations, we'll be trading in our camping tent for a suite at the Wynn. For entertainment, we'll catch Celine, Garth and Cirque du Soleil. Plus, we'll advance from the penny slots to the big roller card tables. Until then, I'll be holding hope, but not my breath.
Elvis (Times Two)
Bellagio Ceiling
Hey there big spender! Sure you wanna bet that whole dollar bill?
Big Money, Big Money, Big Money (Not Quite)
My Favorite Outfit of the Night, Hands Down
Why go all the way to Italy when Vegas is so close by?
