Too much.
That's my description of Las Vegas. Too much nearly nakedness on billboards and monstrous video screens and trucks rebuilt for advertising and handouts thrust at you at every street corner. Too much raunch. Too much crazy drunk girls celebrating their 21st birthdays. Too much smoking indoors. Too much pretend famous cities.
The shows were good. The meals were tasty and the service was fast (unlike the service in the real versions of the cities they were pretending to be). I tried not to drop my jaw at the glitz, the gambling, the drinking, the cussing. I tried to enjoy the lights and the glamour and knowing we were eating in the same hotel as the Miss America pageant contestants one minute and sleeping in the same hotel as the visiting Clintons the next.
But while we chose not to go anywhere that advertised raunch, it was impossible to get away from it as it came from all sides. And I felt for the parents who'd brought their daughters in for the Hannah Montana performance and the ones who thought the pirate show at Treasure Island was innocent like it was 10 years ago when we were last in town.
It was jaw-droppingly too much.
Memo to Las Vegas City: Can't you DO SOMETHING?
1 comment:
Thanks, Louise, for your post. I've only driven through Las Vegas, never got off the freeway, and that was more than enough for me. It wasn't long ago that Las Vegas was trying to brand itself as a family friendly environment, but now the ads read "what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas." I guess the raunch sells, but that doesn't make it okay.
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