Vegas=Wierd

I have an announcement to make. 

Las Vegas is a weird place.

I don't mean any offense to those who love or live in Las Vegas.  I can see how its weirdness could be lovable to the right type of person.  But I am not that person.

I just came back from my first visit to Vegas.  Here are a few thoughts I had about my visit:

Breathing was hard.  Between the warm, dry desert air outside...



...and the smoky air inside the casinos...



...my nostrils weren't very happy on this trip.  They were much happier when they arrived back in Sonoma County, even though the Sonoma Aroma was lingering in the air.

There is a different type of "hot" in Vegas.  And I don't mean weather hot.  I mean physical appearance hot.  While I think I do pretty well in California, I definitely don't measure up to the stiletto and mini-dress standard in Vegas. 


(we're cute, but not very "Vegas")

People (including me and my buddies) were walking around the Strip drinking open containers of alcohol.  In the afternoon as well as the evening.  The weirdest part is that I only realized that was abnormal when we were boarding the plane to come back to Cali.

Everything is about money there. 



This was particularly apparent when my feet were killing me at a club (yes, I was one of those idiot girls who wore very cute, but very uncomfortable shoes) and I wanted to site down.  All of the seats were reserved for "table service" which cost a good couple hundred dollars.  They table service was rented mostly by men, and girls like me tried to make friends with them just to give their poor feet a break.

Some Good Stuff about Vegas...

I saw a cool Cirque Du Soleil show called Zumanity.



I had fun being a dork with my friends.


(I want to be Big!)

I love the window displays for high end designer clothing shops.


(Christian Dior)


(Prada)


(Louis Vuitton)

It's like walking the pages of a fashion magazine!

And the theatrics were quite impressive and entertaining, even though the environmental costs of those theatrics were always lingering in the back of my mind.





And the theatre area for Love satisfied the anglophile in me



I have not picked up a ball of yarn or a pair of knitting needles in five days.  For that matter, I have not made anything--scrapbook page, knitted item, sewn item, a meal, a cup of coffee, even a bed!--in five days.  I think I am going to go home tonight and knit my little fingers off.

I am glad I went to Vegas because I saw a very unique city that I have never visited before.  I even gambled $5 on the penny slots.

But do I want to go back?

Nah.