We were in Vegas for two nights in October; my daughter got married in Zion, and after the celebration we spent a little time in Vegas before flying back out. It was our first time there.
We walked much of The Strip on a Saturday night, and one of my favorite memories involves those hooker cards. We never saw anyone passing them out, but in a few areas a number of those cards were on the sidewalk, obviously discarded by folks. A group of people were walking toward us, including what looked to be a 12-year-old boy. A few steps away from us, he suddenly bent down and picked up one of those cards, surreptitiously putting it into his pocket. My wife and looked at each other and started laughing. She said, “Well, HE’S got big plans later this evening.”
Vegas was both more intimidating and somehow less exciting than I thought it would be. The most interesting part was our GPS system telling us the Courtyard Inn we were staying at was in the middle of the Tropicana. It’s not a great feeling when you roll into Vegas in a rental car at 6 p.m. on a Friday and you realize you have no idea where your hotel is.
We wandered through a couple of casinos for a bit, and I too was taken aback by the number of electronic games. It makes sense, but my image of Vegas was based on the Ocean’s 11 and Ocean’s 13 movies, and it was jarring to see almost no games with actual humans running them.
We took in a show, and at at Tom Colicchio’s Craft Steak, both of which were very good.
I’m not completely opposed to going back, but it’s not going to be one of the top 50 vacation destinations for me, either.