Vegas

I suppose I should chronicle my Vegas trip with Greg. It was a really wonderful weekend, much better than I anticipated.

I agree with Angie. Vegas is like a drunk Wal-Mart. You see some really sad walks of life here. I have made the realization that Vegas is only really exciting for those who have really nothing much more exciting going on in their lives. You can see how everyone is just embracing the "Holy shit, I'm in Vegas, this is so cool and maybe I'll run into a B-list celebrity and if I squeeze myself into this teeny tiny skirt I can get hit on by another tourist from Kansas and I can tell all my friends about my ca-raaazzzzzy weekend in VEGAS!!!"

Ugh that was so mean. I have to say that I think I'm only really mean and snotty about white trash folk. Who achieve the most amount of culture and excitemet in their life from Las Vegas, Nevada. And feel that Halloween and bachelorette parties allow them to fully embrace any ounce of hoochie trash in their Vegas-haired, orange-skinned, Harrah's bead-wearing body. That's terrible. Why do I hate on them? Why do I feel the need to be bitter about these people?

I've found a new adjective - vegas. Vegas clothes, vegas hair, vegas boobs, vegas shoes. I don't even think I have to explain what constitutes as beign "Vegas". I think you can just about imagine it on your own.

On the other hand - I was very surprised at how clean LV was. With all the debauchery going on I was expecting a dirrtty, drrrrrty city. Market street had more trash than the Strip! We love love LOVED the venetian. I really have to model my future bathroom after the Venetian/Four Seasons rooms. I will forever keep their layout in my mind so that someday when Greg and I are ridiculously rich we can place the hot tub next to the shower area with the vanity right across the room. I could really get into the high life.

Despite my hate on what I consider "sad vegas" we had a great time. I loved spending time with my cousin and her little kiddo and we really burned some calories walking everywhere. I bought an awesome new pair of shoes that miraculously don't kill my feet. Greg was a trooper and a great traveling partner yet again, even if there were some people in Vegas who had to ask me how to spell v-e-g-a-n because they had no idea what that was.

I lost $40 at the slots and I'd still go back. I need to bring some lady friends with me though so I can explore the Wynn buffet.