That’s the question. Expand if you wish.
I’ve been there only once and that was nearly twenty years ago. Perhaps it has improved since, but at the time I thought it was hideous.
None of the above, I suppose.
My parents loved it when I was a child and used to go there three, four, five times a year. A good portion of the time they would drag me. I never was very impressed. It is loud, gaudy and hot - none of which enchants me.
I don’t hate it, but I don’t go out of my way to go there either.
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I liked Vegas. It’s enormously tacky, but everyone goes there knowing that so it becomes something of a shared joke. Three nights there was enough, however.
After driving from LA through to San Francisco, then Vegas, it was also nice not to have to trip over homeless people and piles of garbage.
I can take Vegas in small doses…two nights are enough for me! Las Vegas represents everything that’s wrong with our shallow, materialistic, status-worshiping culture. But’s its fun to eat at a nice restaurant, “visit” paris, NYC, Venice, and “Egypt” all on the same day! That, and nurture fantasises of walking out of a casino as an instant millionaire!
It’s a great place at night or when you’re inside the casinos,
It’s a ghastly place outside during the day. You get to see how dirty the city really is.
Best Vegas Quote: “I hope I break even, I could use the money.”
I love Vegas, but I don’t know if I would like it much just for itself. I have always gone for an event (either the National Finals Rodeo or New Year’s Eve one year.)
It’s a ton of fun, but I always spend way more time at the rodeo and the cowboy vendors. I think I would get bored with Vegas strictly on its own terms pretty quickly. We always go through the casinos, but I don’t gamble much more than a few slot machine’s worth.
You mean, it represents the last bastion of hope for our sanctimonious, self-righteous, anti-life culture!
I hate it. A few years ago I played the slots there and lost 80 cents in only 20 minutes. Buncha swindlers.
I like it, but not for the usual reasons. I don’t gamble <i>at all</i>. Being around lots of people in a large crowd usually annoys me. I’m usually too cheap to spend 40 dollars to watch a show.
What I am is a nocturnal writer. Vegas is one of the few places I’ve been where it felt like, even at 1 am, I could be awake and doing stuff. (Granted, stuff could be just walking, but it’s still more than I usually get). For someone who honest-to-god would prefer working third shift, it’s nice (especially since, as my skills are all white collar, I’m unlikely to ever have the opportunity to work third shift). The writer part of me is intrigued by the sense of desperation and facade that seemed to cover the place like a blanket. I’d never seen anything like it before, and, oddly enough, I found it very inspiring.
. . .plus they have the Star Trek Experience .
I got married in Vegas in 2003. It is the greatest place on earth.
Dad and I used to jump in the plane and go to Las Vegas for lunch. Really, it was just an excuse for each of us to get a couple hours of ‘stick time’. That’s enough for me to love Las Vegas.
I had friends who lived there, and I’d go to their three-day birthday bashes every June. That was fun.
Every time I drove there, I was tempted to go out into the mountains and explore. Deserts are really beautiful places.
Oh, and the gambling is fun. Gets boring after a while, but it’s fun in smaller doses.
As an enthusiast for both poker and food, I love the individual parts of Vegas. I also like the nonstop feel of it, and the way the big hotels there are some of the last bastions of genuine customer service.
I agree, though, that it’s a place best taken in smaller doses; I can do about four nights before the sound of the slot machines starts to drive me crazy.
To do Vegas right, you need to be willing to throw a lot of money around. Also, unless you plan to stay at a single hotel or in a very confined area, you need to be prepared for either a lot of walking or a lot of cabs; I think the monorail has opened since I was last there, so that might help, but the sheer size of the hotels masks how far apart everything is.
I like it. It’s like DisneyLand for adults…with alcohol. That is, I like to go there maybe once or twice a year, for 2 or 3 nights.
Oh, man! Vegas! Haven’t been in years, but the last time we went, Mrs. Mercotan and I hit the “Star Trek, the Experience” thingy at the Hilton, watched “Crosby, Stills, and Nash” perform live at Caesar’s Palace, were in the front row of “FX” and got to shake David Cassidy’s hand (yeah, I know, moderate icky weirdness), went to some sort of topless revue which had songs and dancing, but mostly topless women (yay). Also helicoptered into picnic alongside the Colorado river in the Grand Canyon, and went indoor sky diving in a vertical wind tunnel.
I think some people we saw there said something about gambling too, but we didn’t notice that very much.
So about 4 days there every decade works for me.
I’m rather apathetic about Vegas. I’ve lived here my whole life, though, so I don’t really know any different. The things that are exciting to others hold little interest to me, and, on the flip side, the things that annoy others about Vegas are just things I’m used to and don’t even really think about.
I hate the heat, though. I loved it growing up, but as I get older, I can’t stand the heat more and more each year. That is the one thing that would cause me to move away from Vegas. Well, that and the fact that the housing market is so ridiculously high now that I’d never be able to own a home here again.
Ah Vegas, what a planet we live on to spawn such a place.
I love it. The gambling and the shows and the general weirdness that isn’t found anywhere else. It’s Disney with sex! I thank each and every one of you that live there for making such a place possible. I also apreciate you leaving me with my wallet when I was stinking drunk and staggering around in your city.
Thanks.
I love Las Vegas.
But I can only be there for a week at a time, once a year. Any more than that and I think I’d OD.
I love the hotels, the buffets, the rides, the skydiving, the shows, the crazy people, the shopping, the service, the cocktails, the pools, the spas, the tattoo parlors, the gambling: all of it.
I love it.
I loved Atlantic City, though, so I figured I’d naturally love Las Vegas, even if it is lacking in ocean.
When my husband and I were planning a wedding, Vegas was my first choice. Without ever being there, he was pretty certain he’d hate it, and positively certain he wouldn’t get married there.
After we went out for a freind’s wedding, he warmed up to Vegas. Then we scored a fantastic wedding package on ebay, and married in Las Vegas in 2003.
He now loves it. And we have an excuse to go back every few years and celebrate.
Las Vegas- the city that destroyed my work ethic.
It started in the casino industry, but the attitude has crept out into other kinds of business as well.
People with a strong work ethic get scraped off the bottom to this town’s shoe pretty fast. If your a pretty twitty young girl with big, preferably fake, boobs, you’ve pretty much got it made. You can land a job sitting behind a desk filing your nails just about anywhere.
Try being a conscientious worker, though and see how far it gets you. Do your job well, give excellent customer service, treat your coworkers with respect, get handed a pink slip. Slack, be rude to customers, go out of your way to make your coworkers’ jobs difficult and the time spent in the workplace miserable, get promoted to management. There seems to be a reverse work ethic that says that people who go the extra mile to try to do a good job are undesirable because they make their coworkers look bad.
That’s Vegas.
Fortunately, at this point, I’m basically self-employed, so I don’t have to deal with this kind of bullshit anymore.