I can’t seem to get away from Sin City. If it isn’t a TV show, it’s a relative saying, “You HAVE to go there. It’s just to DIE for!” What gives?
TV shows, specials and relatives are all talking about Vegas. You’ve got those “What happens here stays here” ads all over TV tood. What is the freakin’ deal?
I’ve been there once when I was 16. My parents and my best friend stayed at Circus Circus. It was insane. 100 miles outside of LV, we could see the glow on the horizon.
Talk about sensory overlaod. Now, recently, my in-laws have gone (and are going back), my singer went for a convention, my sister-in-law went on business and my father and his wife are going later this summer.
I don’t gamble. I don’t drink. I’m not a big fan of stage shows unless it’s a rock concert. The noise and lights just seem freakin’ unbearable.
And my poor wife probably wouldn’t make it 5 minutes there. She doesn’t like bright lights or noises or crowds. Las Vegas is like the living incarnation of her worst nightmare.
So, Sin City, best wishes and all. I just don’t get the appeal. I’m sure, somewhere, Dantana is smiling.