I’ll never understand why people take kids to certain places. Brewfests, Las Vegas, Disneyland…oh wait, I suppose kids can go to the last one. I was one of those kids in Las Vegas that people look and think “Now this must be boring as hell. What were the parents thinking?”
The first time I went to Vegas, I must have been about seven. And I did the only few things one could do as a seven year old in Vegas: Coke Factory, M&M place, and walk around Circus Circus because it costs a fortune to do anything.
But I went back as a 27 year old who’d recently broken from her religious cage.
Not only could I experience Vegas as an adult, but one unencumbered by religion and guilt trips. To say I felt like a real adult was an understatement.
We stayed in Excaliber, because duh, this is Vegas and you know you’ve always wanted to stay in that fuckin’ castle. The reason we drove down is so my husband could drive a supercar; a birthday present I got him for his 30th.
First we hit up a strip club, the scent of perfume and cigarettes fogging the air.I know, I can hear the record scratch. I won’t go into detail, you can read about what I learned HERE if you’re curious (spoiler – it was awesome!).
Then we wanted to see what all the fuss was about slots. Um…I still might be missing it. Not only were the damn machines complicated with no instructions, it was all rather boring. And yet, people plopped themselves down for hours! So instead, we got some New York pizza at New York New York, folding the greasy thin slice in half and munching it in delight as we walked back to the hotel.
I was starting to see the appeal.
The next day we walked the strip after getting Cinnabon cinnamon rolls. It was like Adult Disneyland. I personally didn’t feel like I was at Disneyland, but with the size of the crowds, you’d think there was way more to do than what was being let on. Frankly, I was baffled. It was over 100 out and people were thronging the streets at ten in the morning!
We were hustled a bit but my husband (who’s nearly bald) claimed to be 23 so people stopped bugging since you had to be 25 or 28 for some things. Worked like a charm. Go ahead and use that little tidbit, on the house because I love you.
And then we saw an Elvis.
And people’s eyes lit up. It wasn’t the real Presley, people knew that. And yet, it was the equivalent to seeing Buzz Lightyear at Disneyland. (Not Mickey, everyone wants Mickey. Only a few are amazed with Buzz.) He held a bit of the Las Vegas magic that I didn’t understand. And I found myself thinking “I could realistically hate this place, but I could also realistically love this place. I get it.”
My husband go to drive his special car and then our trip was complete. It was back on the road. But this time, I left Vegas a little enlightened. It was an adult theme park, even if I didn’t quite get all I could on our short time/budget. We were only there 1 day – yeah, not enough time. But I wouldn’t reject the idea of going back. Well done, Vegas.
Have you been to Vegas? Did it live up to your hopes & the hype? Love it or leave it? I wanna know!