The lights. The energy. The sounds. The smell of cigarette smoke winding its way lazily around people betting their hard-earned money. The soft clink of casino chips against each other as a lady pushes a stack across the table, betting it all on black. The tinkling of a slot machine as its reels turn, its spinner is holding his breath in the hopes of hitting the jackpot. The pounding bass barely contained in the walls of the club.
I’m in Vegas and I’m not feeling it.
But let me clarify. I don’t like the stereotypical Vegas. You know, the kind you see on tv and movies with all its glitz, glamour, and Ocean’s Eleven fame. Rather, I like the low-key, underrated Vegas, the kind that locals appreciate and tourists and gamblers miss out on. Off the beaten path, so to speak.
This weekend, Chris and I were in Sin City, and though we were on the Strip for a grand total of 90 minutes for lunch, we had a blast hanging out with good friends and trying out new places to eat. We lost a dollar gambling, but hey, you gotta let loose once in a while, right? ;)
I like comfortable and cozy, and I’ll always choose comfortable and cozy over glitzy and high energy…even in Las Vegas.