Well, I finally did it — made my first trip to Las Vegas.
Yes, I gambled — but saw no shows. Unless you want to count the entertainment easily found just walking "The Strip."
Our two-night stay wrapped up a week that started in Phoenix and took us via rental car to Sedona, the Grand Canyon, and a quick stop at Hoover Dam.
I'd go back to most of those stops, but Vegas? I'm not so sure. I have to say probably not.
I know I sound like a kill-joy … an old fuddy-duddy. Perhaps I am.
But Vegas was pretty much what I expected. It reaffirmed my belief that the primary reasons to go to Vegas (other than employment, family and weddings) would be:
- To eat, drink and be very merry.
- See stage shows.
- Gamble. Gamble. And gamble some more.
- And find various kinds of partners.
It's possible my senses had been overloaded. I had already absorbed the enormous beauty and profound simplicity that washes over you when hiking the Canyon or the trails near Sedona. It truly was an adventure.
Still, I think I felt a bit dizzier standing in the lobby of the Mandalay Bay resort than on the Canyon hiking trail.
There was plenty of razzle-dazzle and bling-a-ding. It felt like a party town, and definitely a playground for the young.
There I go, sounding like an old man again. I confess I may have lacked the physical (and financial) energy for "the town that never sleeps."
If you do go there, let me remind you of the familiar call of the wild: "What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas."
I discovered that is true. I took money to spend, and that is what happened in Vegas.… it all stayed in Vegas.
I'm Lonny Cain, and that's my perspective.
