I’m off to Vegas for the weekend to help a girlfriend celebrate a milestone birthday. It’s my first visit, and aside from neon and casinos, I don’t really know what to expect. I’m not a gambler but I am a keen observer. My flight lands at McCarran at 10:30 a.m., which gives me just enough time to get to the hotel and be poolside with a cocktail and a book by noon.
Alls I want is some sunshine, some rest and relaxation. Get in a little spa time. Take some self-guided walking tours to experience the grotesqueness of The Strip. Channel the spirit of the Rat Pack and the gang from the Ocean’s Eleven remake. Sight an Elvis or two—or two hundred. Eat a few good meals.
Perhaps I should pack…
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