Best and the Worst of the USA
18.09.2015 - 22.09.2015
I travel a fair amount, mostly in Europe. I am somewhat embarrassed to say I've probably seen more European cities than popular American ones. I'm not anti-American; After all I was born in NYC and it is still my favorite city in the world. Although Paris is a very close second.
In spite of all my travels, I have managed to avoid Las Vegas until now. My brother is (finally) getting married to his longtime love and they live (you guessed it) in Las Vegas. Not his choice. The short version is that moving to Vegas was the only way he got her to finally commit. But that's a story for another day and another blog.
I have never had a desire to go to Vegas. I don't gamble, I hate loud places, I'm a beach girl not a desert girl, I have issues with half-naked girls being paraded around serving drinks and so on and so on. I expect you're thinking at this point I'm going to confess I was wrong and I love Vegas. I don't. I'm glad I came, happy to have been there, done that, but it is everything I expected and worse.
Maybe once it was glamorous and cool. But the days of Sammy Davis, Jr., Frank, Dean, and the rat pack are long gone. Maybe I would have liked it then. I can picture myself in a white Corvette Sting Ray, cruising the strip, cigarette in hand, sunglasses on top of my head, heading to one of Frank's late night shows. Unfortunately, we have arrived-- thanks to my brother and his wedding --on the busiest weekend Vegas has seen in years. I Heart Radio Concert is here along with Ryan Seacrest, Kanye, Jay-lo, and at least twenty-five other current musical sensations of today. Not only is the concert here, there is a Mr. Universe event and a two day gay Pride parade. Even Jerry Seinfeld is here. All of them, and me. The cafe-loving, no traffic-loving traveller whose idea of a good time is sitting on the steps of a Duomo in a tiny town in Italy and watching the world go by. Or hanging with the Rat Pack.
My brother waited all these years to marry the love of his life. I'm thrilled for him.. Did he have to do it in this most consumer-oriented, commercial, misogynistic city on the busiest weekend ever?