The 2nd leg of my US trip. From San Francisco
, Virgin America flew us to Las Vegas.
This has long (18-months long) been in my drafts and everytime I try to bake the words to tell the story, nothing good comes out.
Now I understand why.
I am not for Vegas. There are no surplus of nice words to say. Subconsciously, I’m being directed to keep mum.
No offense to everyone in love with the Sin City. It’s simply, without judgment whatsoever, not for my recently dominating introvert self. I don’t gamble, I don’t drink, and I have grown out partying ’til Denny’s Diner breakfast caps off the “night” still in the same party dress. I definitely don’t enjoy walking in a room inhaling cigarette smoke all over. It actually made me scared of life for a bit.
–Like how some random group of drunk young guys stopped me to take a photo of them, and asked me to email them the photo if I please.
Or how these pretty young girls actually need to wear lingerie to work for everyone to see their “gifts” while serving alcohol to drunk hungry young poets’ delight. To my feminist mind, there’s got to be another means to earn without showing the world all the bulges.
I know, I know. It’s supposed to be all for the spirit of fun. I get that.
Vegas came at a time when I have redefined my fun.
While most of the Hangover paradise didn’t tickle my fancy, an incident in a bus reminded me that Vegas is not 100% a place of “sinners”. Random act of geography kindness and Las Vegas was not too loud and wild at all, after all.
Here’s Vegas to my eyes:
Nevada International Airport
I wished the flight was longer than an hour or so because this was the most fun ride I’ve had on planes– free wifi, highly rated tv series, and movies on a domestic flight!
I have been following Richard Branson and admiring his entrepreneurial principles. I got to experience his genius first hand via Virgin America!
We were warmly welcomed in mom’s friend’s Vegas home so we got to experience local living for a day.
Until we decided to stay closer to where all the crazy shenanigans are after a day of rest.
Flamingo Resort and Casino
All the pink, the fur, and the cringing girly stuff in one Flamingo room.
The Hangover has to have a Vegas spot.
This Bellagio ceiling has smiled for photos countless times. If I’m not mistaken, this glass art is called Fiori Di Como
They play with minds and urge you to enter between the legs
Casino. Smoke. Noise. Not my kind of place. They, mostly drunken gamblers, seem to be enjoying tons, though.
Only in Las Vegas
Independent street musicians everywhere!
I am assuming the Fremont scene can very well be the inspiration behind America’s Got Talent.
Lots of them all over! Sin City, yo!
Fremont Outlet Store
If you’re not a gambler, a gamer, or a party person, this is best thing to do in Vegas–shop at outlets!
To grow old still fitting shoes together, that’s the dream
A little off-place in a shoe store, but I loved everything about this set-up.
That billboard photo
There were benches all over, but he likes it on the floor
Bellagio Dancing Fountain
I first saw the dancing fountain in Dubai
and mom said this one in Bellagio is the original. I had to see it. Dubai
‘s was grander, I thought. Or was it because I saw it there first?
Movies make you want to try out places seen on movies.
Not the healthiest place to dine in but I just had to.
They just have to have Venice’s canals in a hotel
Las Vegas Strip
Look at those clouds!
A little too late to be up for Winnie the Pooh
You think it’s comic con or something? It’s just another ordinary day in Vegas.
Went inside MGM to use their humongous bathroom, more of for the sheer curiosity!
Hey I always see this on tv during Pacquiao’s fights!
Looks like a movie scene!
Self-service ticket dispenser for the amazed! I may not be so thrilled about the place but there are a lot of innovative, convenient inventions I wanted to being home!
Even Mc Donald’s needs to be sparkly!
Someone went mowing the lawn and screwed this badass two-wheeler!
A number of scenarios in my head. Currently putting words into their mouths. What you got? Caption this.
What Miley Cyrus’s songs are made of– top-down and teenagers dancing in loud car sounds
Reality is real. And the guy behind the tree is feeling a little hot.
No matter the size of Vegas, they have a working transport system they can always thank for.
Took this inside the bus, for a second, I thought I was someplace else
At least they’re strict about this
Took a shot just so I don’t forget the places. This blog has reminded me of a loooot of details I would never have remembered no matter how hard I bang my head to shake memories out.
That’s the thing about travel– you learn, re-learn, and reminded a little more about yourself for each place. Not every destination has the sparkle. You don’t go gaga over every alley, every taste, or even the air doesn’t make you breathe all the same.
But you keep on getting in touch with your core. You get validated. There’s that whoa-moment when you finally realize the gap between your doe-eyed teen-spirited self and the self that has been there, has been hurt, has given definition to words in life with the conviction of a scholar or an expert.
You don’t always get the high that travel usually gives. Sometimes, it gives you the stamp of approval or the sweet nod and the firm handshake of a hiring agent– that you are okay. Your thoughts are out of place but never not valid. You are either at a different place in your life or you just see the pattern of the dots the way it fits your journey.
And you are always exactly where you are supposed to be.