I imagine that going to Las Vegas is a lot like pregnancy and childbirth. It’s grueling and painful and in the end, you feel awful. And six months to a year later, you’ve forgotten how terrible it was and want to do it again.
At least that’s my theory. The last time Hubs and I went to Las Vegas, I told him that I thought I’d had quite enough Vegas for one lifetime. That was in October of 2006. And yet, a few months ago, over dinner with our friends J and F, the subject came up and somehow I found myself saying that we were long overdue for a Vegas trip. Note to self: the next time you start to say something like that, shut the f— up.
It’s nothing against Las Vegas, it’s just that every time I leave there, I feel a little worse for the wear. And it’s not just the gambling and the inevitable monetary loss, but the walking (my feet hate me), the smoke (God bless my beloved town that passed a smoking ordinance), the noise, the time adjusment, and the crowds.
But despite all that, I thought I’d make a list of the best Vegas experiences from this trip.
Best trip back through time: The Boneyard. The boneyard is were all the classic Vegas signs go to rust. The museum is trying to raise enough money to restore and preserve the signs and one way they do that is by offering group tours of the Boneyard. It’s money well spent.
Best food: Bouchon. If I do cave and go back to Vegas, it will be for the sourdough waffles at Bouchon. That was the most amazing brunch ever and, by Vegas standards, it was reasonably priced.
Best sleeping spot: The Bellagio. Okay, so maybe I’d go back again if I could stay at the Bellagio. The room was wonderfully swank, had a shower and a ginormous bath, but even better: automated curtains. You have not lived until you have opened your drapes simply by rolling over and pushing a button.
Best trainwreck experience: The Rio. All I can say about The Rio is OMG. From the skanky waitress costumes to the horribly choreographed “Show in the Sky,” the Rio is the best place to see Vegas kitch, and I don’t mean that in the good way.
Best casino to remind you how old you are: The Hard Rock Casino. The people who can now legally go to Las Vegas are eleven years younger than me and they all congregate at the Hard Rock Casino. On the plus side, I realize that I don’t miss my twenties at all.
Best reason not to go back to Vegas: Readjusting to real life. In Vegas, we were never in bed before two or three in the morning and most of the time I didn’t even notice. Now that that has caught up with me, I am regretting it. Twelve hours of sleep did nothing for me yesterday. I can only hope I’ll fall asleep soon, but unfortunately, it’s only midnight on Vegas time.