When Alix and I decided to go to Las Vegas together, we knew it was going to be some great content for our travel blog, and our travel Instagram account. I mean, there's NO WAY you go to Vegas and don't come back with some good stories. As I sat here, staring at the screen wondering what, out of all the lights and laughter, direction to head in.
We've talked about packing before (which was especially essential for this trip since 3 of us were sharing a suitcase) and Alix already covered her crucial Las Vegas playlist. I wanted to talk about my favorite clubs, or perhaps my favorite casinos, but that's kind of like picking your favorite child. They're all really cool. Then I was going to talk about food, but that can be summed up in one word: Nobu.
After narrowing down everything I could write about Vegas, I thought the most useful thing I can offer about Las Vegas is some perspective.
Las Vegas elicits a lot of jealousy.
If you tell someone you're going to Vegas, you will be most likely met with bulged eyes and a rise in energy. Everyone wants to go to Vegas, and everyone has something you HAVE to do, or a game you HAVE to play. Everyone loves Vegas.
Before I went to Las Vegas, I didn't quite understand the hype. It's a city based on entertainment and booze. I knew Vegas was going to be fun, but I didn't quite understand why everyone is THAT obsessed with it.
And then I went to Vegas.
We stayed a bit off the strip at a timeshare that Alix got for us from her parents. On the first night we were there, we got out of the airplane and went quickly to get ready to go out. We then ordered a Lyft and headed to the Strip.
I vividly remember the first time I saw the Strip. We turned right at the stoplight and I was hit with lights, people, music and heavily themed buildings.
The city is alive.
You can feel its pulse. You can breathe in the energy. We didn't pregame, and by all reasonable standards I would need to be at least a bit drunk to be as awake as I felt after a day of work, a four hour plane ride and 3 hour time difference. Yet I was 100% sober and feeling more awake than ever.
What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.
You've heard the saying before, What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. And you also probably know why, because Las Vegas is Sin City. It's a 24-hour debacle of strippers, liquor, clubs and gambling. It sounds like a recipe for disaster.
We made jokes before we went that we'd all wake up with weird friend tattoos, probably roofied and we'd definitely lose one of us. It would be like the love-child of Bridesmaids and The Hangover. EPIC.
And then we got to Vegas.
On our first night, we won $3 off slots and then got invited to go to a club with 3 free drinks each. I felt like I hit the lotto. Then we met a man who won big and gave us money because we were in the right place at the right time. It was magical. We gambled a bit and drank a bit and it was really, really fun.
But it wasn't wild. We didn't wake up in a bush.
The next two nights, we went to more clubs, danced a lot and enjoyed more free drinks. I don't want to speak for Alix, but both nights were incredible. I mean -- I was about 20 feet from Calvin Harris. Does life get much better than that?
And then on our last night, we pre-gamed at one club with some free drinks, then went to another club to see Diplo. That night, we hung out with our new friends, danced by a pool and stayed up really, really late. It was one of those nights I'll cherish. It was so awesome with the lights, DJ, friends, dancing, pool, being outside and the booze.
I had an awesome time, but none of it was wake-up-with-a-tiger crazy.
When I reflect on Las Vegas, I sometimes wonder if we did it wrong. "What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas," yet if you find out the worst thing that I did on the trip, I'm not even embarrassed by it.
But when I really think about it, that's a good thing. I remember my time in Las Vegas, and I had a wildly fun time. Las Vegas doesn't need to be a shit-show for it to be Vegas. You can do Vegas without the regret and the debt and it'll still be a wonderful trip.
My perspective on the city is simple: