How old when were you when the phrase “What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas” stopped sounding cool?
Were you 18? 22? Was it after you had been there once and just wanted to get on that plane and never look behind you? Or, was it a week later when you realized that was dumb and you just wanted to go back?
Las Vegas is the playground of many. Men, mostly. But women, too. For sure. And, apparently, families now.
There’s Cirque du Soleil. Craps tables. Craps in toilets. (Lots of ‘C’ words, really.)
There are naked women. There are drinks. There are drugs. Stripclubs and whore houses. Sports and room service. Hotels with pools. Deserts and beaches in December. There’s a Paris. A New York. A Venice.
Las Vegas is a visual dream.
Only, you have to pay for everything. You have to pay a lot.
Is that the same?