For as long as I can remember, I’ve had a no-Vegas rule, much like the no-Cancun rule I broke this spring. Standards are slipping all around; this weekend I broke the no-Vegas rule, too. On my noontime flight in from San Francisco, everyone was riled up and ready to go. A few were intoxicated already. I was actually a little frightened. Then I landed at Las Vegas’s monstrous airport and was overwhelmed by the masses of people. I’ve never seen so many people and such a massive baggage claim area ever!
I headed up The Strip to The Venetian, wandered around for a bit and was again overwhelmed by the sheer scale of the place. So I headed to the pool to enjoy the 71-degree temperature and got one of those 15-minute sunburns I thought was only possible to get in Aruba.
Later, lost as I tried to find my way back to my room, I discovered the eerily realistic Grand Canal Shoppes at the Venetian with its mind-screwing animated blue skies. Everything was very well done — but I’m not too hot on the artificial in any aspect of life (Disney, Cancun, Sweet and Low). The IGLTA Conference was in town this week so I spent a great evening with friends at Trevi before heading to Kraze and eventually back to Caesars Palace when they insisted on 3 a.m. gambling! What a town.