I have just woken up after my first night in Vegas and can now see why the tag line to this town is “What happens in Vegas, Stays in Vegas”. Money has been pissed away, an expensive dinner has been scarfed down, drink after drink after drink has been gulped down and we have 2 more days to go.
Since I recently spent a long weekend in New Orleans, another city known for its excess and sinful living, I was curious how these two place would compare. My take…
New Orleans is a visceral place that satisfies one’s core need for pleasure: Food, Music, Sex. Their offerings are a fusion of raw traditions which have been passed down, experimented with and improved upon over the years. Tourists come to experience these traditions while surrounded by locals willing to share a little piece of themselves with the outside world.
Las Vegas on the other hand is a cerebral place that satisfies one’s food, entertainment and sexual fantasies. You don’t come here to capture a vibe – you come here to create one. For a town that only turned 100 in 2005, it’s still in the process of creating itself, thus tourists create their own experiences to satisfy their needs while surrounded by folks more than happy to serve them. If you can imagine it, you can have it. And if you never could have imagined it, don’t worry, someone else already thought it up for you.
For instance, tonight I could go to the lobby of my hotel, walk to the Fleur de Lys restaurant and order Chef Hubert Keller’s $5000 Fleurburger made from Kobe beef, foie gras, and black truffles along side a bottle of Chateau Petrus 1990 served in imported Brunello stemware that they would ship to my home after the meal. And that’s just a food fantasy that can be fulfilled. I’m sure with just a few google searches I could find me a $5000 sexual option or an over the top entertainment option. Hell, I could enter the casino right now and in no time flat blow $5000 on gambling and booze – if only I were rich and decadent enough to fly by the seat of my pants.
Since I’m not, I’ll eat at Chef Keller’s Burger Bar, spring for the $16 Kobe Beef burger and be just as thrilled. I’ll also spring for some spa services and if I’m really feeling saucy, upgrade from the quarter slots to a few $1.00 machines.
I know what you’re thinking – SLOW DOWN SISTER!!!
Speaking of flying by the seat of my pants – I think I’ve just about worked up the courage to take a shower. It’s one of those glass showers which always freaks me out – but to make matters worse, there’s a window in the bathroom! A fucking window! Right above the bathtub with a direct view of the glass shower!
No wonder what happens here stays here. If a maid or a room service guy happens to walk in while I’m shaving my legs – I could scar them for life.