My view of the world

In this asylum for the criminally insane that I call home we have a full sized pirate ship, complete with pirate show girls, we have a tropical reef complete with live sharks and we have our very own sweet smelling volcano, I’m told it smells like a pinot colada.
This is a city where a Venetian gondolier doesn’t look weird as he polls his gondola down a canal through the middle of a hotel and where white tigers are expected.

In light of the city’s rep for being over the top, I think the article about hamburgers over on the Las Vegas blog is the quintessential “welcome to Las Vegas” story.
This is a city of extremes, you name it and we’ve got it, from the quiet life to parties wild enough to embarress a roman emperor.
I live in a quiet neighborhood with neighbors that don’t cause a fuss about anything that’s not completely unreasonable, and I go near the strip only under protest, but most tourists only see the strip with its crowds, noise and very expensive food.

The upside is that this is what the average tourist wants, and has every right to expect. They come to this “disneyland for grownups” and don’t care about anything except being entertained, this is good, because that is precisely why this city was built.

This is not a city for sissies, we have more ways to separate a fool and his money than any carny in history, we’re open 24/7 and the party never stops, there’s no such thing as “last call” and you can get a bloodymary at 4 in the morning at any casino, hotel or neighborhood bar in the city, the only time the slots go dark is when the power goes out and the big joints all have generators just in case.
There are no clocks in the casinos or bars and the only people who care are the folks who have to meet someone or catch a plane.

It’s said that absolutely anything can be had in this city if you have enough cash, and I heard it said, again, just a couple of days ago that Las Vegas is the off-ramp between Sodom and Gomorah, the fun part is that people expect this and that’s what keeps them coming back.
It’s not about drinking the whole town under the table or hitting Megabucks, so much as it is about coming to Vegas and saying you tried, besides Megabucks is going to hit and it’s probably better odds than the lottery.

Having said all this, in spite of our phemonenal growth rate, we probably have more parks and churches per capita than where you live.

I live here not because I have to, but because I like it and it’s not about going out at 3 in the morning, it’s about knowing that you can even if it’s only to the grocery store.