For a vacation filled with booze and gambling, it’s only fitting to be stuck at the freeway with a bag of Doritos and an empty stomach.
Now that I have a good opening line, I can straight head to a mundane account of my July 4th weekend. Yes, there was booze.. Lots of it? Perhaps not by comparison of the fellow street strollers in the Sin City.. But enough to give a buzz, brighten the glittering silhouettes of the imposing casinos, give a spin to the walk… And yes, there was gambling… lots of it? Definitely not by comparison of the thousands fellow casino convicts had put on the line.. And there was a minor loss, too minor to be mentioned without an indulging grin.
This was my third trip to Vegas. I think it’s about time I form my opinion of the city. I like Vegas, it’s festive undercurrents, the grandeur, the overall carelessness and live-like-there’s-no-tomorrow attitude. I am not a big fan of gambling, I have never relied on probability to pass a math exam and money is by far a more serious stake. So that leaves the strongest reason to go to Vegas out of the picture. I am also not into sleaze which leaves the enticing strip clubs out too, but I have to say – all the men and women calling out at you from the posters with their perfect figures and chiseled bodies are quite a sight. I love the architecture of the casinos, I love how each one is different from the other and yet matchlessly majestic. And more than anything else, I like the feeling of freedom that the city exudes in abundance. Where else can you walk about flaunting flasks longer than a crane’s neck filled with margarita?
If I was asked what was the one thing that I liked the most in Vegas, it would be the abundance of art in every part and pocket of the strip. Then be it the decorations or themes of various casinos or the shows playing all around. I think it is the city you can visit when you haven’t planned a long weekend ahead of time. There will always be something to keep you interested.
It would be naive to end this post without mentioning the glitter and glamour of Vegas ends with the strip. The rest of the city is an all engulfing hostile desert. There are a few things outside the strip too, like a shooting range and a few streets, but I don’t think anything else matches the tourist pull of the strip.