by Carol Burnside
Last week I went to Las Vegas for the first time. I expected glitz. I expected glamour. I even expected to see a lot of gambling. After seeing lovely photos over the years of the larger hotel/casinos and such, I wasn’t expecting the confusing maze of walkways and crossovers and winding routes to get to things. I also wasn’t prepared for the noise and crowds to be everywhere.
The hotel/casinos are set up so that you have to pass through huge gaming areas full of smoke and noise. Even in our room, we could hear loud music until after midnight from a bar. My daughter and her fiancé suggested a few hours relaxing at the pool while my hubby gave his presentation at a nearby conference and I pounced on it. We were all dismayed to discover that loud music to rival that of any bar was piped in all around. We yelled at each other for a few hours, then retreated to get ready for dinner.
We walked the strip, took pictures, rode the monorail, saw a show, ate at a Gordon Ramsay restaurant, clowned around (Yep, that’s me singing with a–ahem–famous band), drank our fare share and even lost a small amount of money playing the slot machines as we traveled from casino to casino. In other words, we did the Vegas thing. We even went to old town Vegas and saw that wacky version. It was an experience, but one I’ll not be eager to repeat, the one redeeming factor being that we were able to visit with our daughter and her fiancé (see 2nd photo) – a rarity these days.
I have friends who love Vegas and have been numerous times. They told me I HAD to go, HAD to see the awesomeness for myself. Well, I went, I saw. I wasn’t wowed. Maybe I’m missing the fun gene?
Have you been to Vegas? What was your reaction?