Las Vegas, people either love it or hate it. Well, more precisely, people either go once for a weekend, have never been, or find themselves returning time and time again. Somehow, I've found myself falling into the latter category. Although I've never directly picked Vegas as a destination vacation (business trip, free-hotel vacation by default, wedding, etc), I keep finding myself in this neon city in the desert.
**NOTE: It's funny that when I mention the forecasted heat, it's ALWAYS the people who have never visited who say, "yeah, but it's a dry heat." They are also the ones who advise you that 3-4 days in Sin City are plenty.***
Anyhoo, I've visited the strip and Old Vegas. I've lounged by pools, dined, drank, and (minimally) gambled. And although I've never killed a stripper, met Mike Tyson, or *sigh* made it to the Fat Elvis show, I feel like I've started to experience the city. From private, open-bar pool partying at the Wynn (bragging), to having a tranny shoot a jello shot into my mouth via an Andre-the-Giant sized syringe (bragging), I've seen enough to know that, well, I haven't seen enough.
This past Friday I landed in Mccarran International Airport after a few hours of sleep. As I waited at the cab stand, spray-tan melting through my white shirt, I was looking forward to the pool, something frozen and alcoholic, and the reason for my trip, David and Molly's wedding.
Let me preface this by saying, I am not a wedding person. That is, I love going to weddings, but I've never been the girl who dreamt of the perfect white dress. I think I was like 8 when I decided I didn't prioritize house/kids/husband. If those things happen, they do, but it's not my life's mission. If the bouquet ever sailed my way, it would splat in front of my ridiculous heels a la Samantha Jones.
All this being said, and now that you know I don't automatically gush over anything with an isle, a tiered cake, and the chicken dance, David and Molly's wedding was... perfect.
Congratulations, and thanks for letting me be there, David and Molly!
Everything was gorgeous: the guests, the location, the weather, the night...I'm glad that I could be a part of it.
I don't exactly see Vegas in my immediate future (twice in less than a year hurts the liver), but I know I'll be back. After all, I never did get that Corona-Rita.
xo, I gotta go.