There is so much to be said about Sin City. Vegas is a desert oasis that my of age friends have been obsessed with since we were the age of the majority, somewhere my mother warned me about, and a place where my grandparents told me to visit, but not lose myself there.
The city itself is a cesspool of sin, shit and seedyness. Off the voluputous, money entrenched strip one finds ghettos, slums, and cheap living. Public relations and sanitation must do an excellent job of covering this up, as I believe I saw two homeless people the entire time I was there. In Toronto, I usually pass two by the time I reach the end of my block and get to the subway. It saddens me, that the amount of money which goes into these magnificent miniature cities, more money can't be sanctioned to take care of those in need.
However, this post isn't about the downfall of capitalism in 21st century American society. Its about Las Vegas. The city that never sleeps. Sin City. What happens in Vegas... well, you know the rest.
What does one do in Vegas?
Imagine huge hotel rooms with porno-style showers which never run out of water. Wall made entirely of glass, looking over the bright lights of the strip, with heavy curtains blocking out all desert sunlight since the theme seems to be party all night and sleep all day.
Sensory overload walking through the lobby of the hotels, through the casinos. Bleeps, blips, jackpots, people cheering, walking around, cigars, cigarettes, cocktails... incredible. Its hard to find one place to focus on.
In the clubs the music is too loud, the men too touchy feely, and the dance floor too crowded. But you make your way all the way to the bar to get a drink, then proceed to the centre of the dance floor to see what celebrities you can spot, and if its possible for you to brush elbows with them. You meet a guy. Your eyes lock. He grabs you and you dance the night away, culminating your night in a cab off to a different hotel on the other side of the strip. Coming back to your hotel room at 7 am the next morning, meeting the inquisitive eyes of your girlfriends, you blush. Amazing. Incredible. Super. What happens in Vegas...
Losing so much money on slot machines, then winning it all back the last night you're there... with a surplus. Luck be a lady tonight, indeed.
