by Amy Atkins
That's not an exactly apt title. I left Las Vegas last Tuesday after a four-day vacation. Currently, I want to move to Sin City, but I think that's mostly due to the fact that I've NEVER had a real vacation (going somewhere just for the sake of going) and would probably feel the same way about Fond du Lac, Wisc. had I spent a couple of glorious days there instead (but only if they had a never-ending night life).
I didn't do all the things I had planned to do while in Las Vegas but got to do plenty I hadn't even thought of. The hotel we stayed at was beautiful, but housed a casino, two Starbucks and a buffet so was still tawdry enough to satisfy my desire to have a whiskey tango Vegas vacation. My travelmates and I spent Easter Sunday hanging out by the pool, seeing the city's longest running burlesque review at the Riviera and then drinking a giant dry-ice cooled cocktail at the Voodoo Lounge high atop the Rio. I'd like to do that every holiday, but I'll settle for just trying to recreate the experience each Easter.
Atkins out (of cash).