I was in Vegas two weeks ago for a conference for work. I've been there three times before and each time have only had a "meh" kind of feeling about it. The only time I truly enjoyed myself was when I won $250 on a quarter slot machine. I'm not a gambler by nature though, I just don't see the point of just handing your hard earned money over to a complete stranger that is statistically going to win more often than not. This mean you lose. Your money=gone.
What was different? Me. The non-smoking me. Yeah, I used to smoke in my pre-athlete life. I smoked and drank and did lots of other things that killed many brain cells. I'm actually quite surprised to be alive after all of the damage I've done to my body when I was younger. Along with all of the really STUPID choices I made while under the influence of things.
I absolutely hated it this trip. I couldn't wait for the hours to roll by so I could be back home in San Jose where people that run on the sidewalks and up stairs are considered normal. Yeah, that's right. I ran up and down the strip while I was there and every pot-bellied midwestern hick family that I passed looked at me like I was from the outer limits...space..if you will. Like, "what is she doing? what is that thing she's doing with her legs? I've never seen that before, she must be crazy, somebody lock 'er up." I even stopped in front of the Bellagio where they have the water show and did traveling lunges, jump squats and wall kicks! Okay, maybe that was a *bit* mental, but fat doesn't care that you're out of town.
But I digress....Life is hard for non-smokers in Vegas. It's one damn second-hand smoke/cancer nightmare after another. Even though you ask for a non-smoking room on a non-smoking floor, it really doesn't matter. Because some f*(&ing inconsiderate bastard is going to light up whether or not you like it. I came back to my room after a night out with my coworkers and there was someone's room service cart outside of their room with two ashtrays overflowing with cigarette butts. I couldn't believe it. I mean, what a DICKHEAD.
I was there at the beginning of the week, so there were no good house music parties to go to at the clubs. The music that my coworkers are into is completely different than what I like...I mean...they were doing the f*&*%ing electric slide at the bar for feck's sake!! These were middle-aged family folks that obviously never get the chance to go out and have any kind of fun at all, so once they were in sin city, they let it all go. And they really shoulnd't have. It was so embarrassing.
So, the only thing I do like about Vegas is the shopping. You can find some one-of-a-kind things there in all of the specialty shops. I did stop at the Jose Eber salon and had my eyebrows waxed and it was the best job I've ever seen. They were perfect. I'm certain I won't be able to duplicate that at home though. And I did stop Vosges Haut Chocolat and picked up many truffles. Oh, they were muy delicioso for sure. I loved loved loved the chocolate with paprika. OMG. So tasty. So expensive!
But if you're not into smoking, drinking, gambling or strippers....which I'm not....Vegas is not the place for you...or me. There, I said it Vegas...you totally SUCK ASS.