Well I survived my first trip to Vegas (barely… I became sick upon return, delaying this post several days). What can I say about this town? It's a slice of American life. Mullets, sequined t-shirts, and denim shorts galore. Funny, I never thought of Sin City as a family destination, but there were thousands of kids tagging along with their wide-eyed and open-walleted parents. Some of the attractions ARE a little like a kids' theme park—except that when you walk outside, instead of Mickey and pals you have dozens of men in neon shirts labeled "Strippers Straight to Your Room" handing out fliers. (What's with the flicking?) I wondered whether they get up in the morning, open their closets to reveal 20 neon t-shirts on hangers, and ask themselves, "Pink or green today?"
Vegas gambling refused to secure its appeal to me. Watch a dealer burn through your chips in mere seconds? No thanks. Spend all night playing poker with friends at nominal wages, with full-volume potty-mouthed trash-talking? Yes please. And they didn't have several of the games I looked for. Where was War; Pick a Number; Rock, Paper, Scissors? What, no Monopoly tables? I kick ass at Monopoly.
