NYC (finally gonna be there for the first time next month!), Central America/Caribbean, and maybe a trip back to the UK & Ireland for a summer. A few months ago I would have said Japan as #1, but given recent events I don’t think it’s travel-worthy for another couple years :(
Wow, I finally have a moment to sit down and think/write, as my flight from Vegas to San Francisco is delayed for the next 2 hours. Super lame, but I’m just gonna deal with it and make lemonade. So here’s your sweet and refreshing lemonade of the day… I HATE LAS VEGAS.
In case you didn’t already know, I’ve been working full time in Vegas for the past 4 months. I don’t actually live out here and still maintain my apartment in San Francisco, even though I’m only in SF for 5 days out of the month. A lot of people are perplexed by my situation and almost always ask, “If you’re in Vegas so often, why not just move out there? It’s so cheap!” Which makes me laugh every time, because the people asking have obviously never spent 4 months in Vegas.
Lemmie break it down for you… Las Vegas Blvd. or the “strip” is about 3 miles long. It sparkles with lights and glitz and all other forms of attention-whoring splendor, and generally entertains tourists for 3-6 days until their brains can’t handle it any more. There are some really great nightclubs, stripclubs, restaurants, shows, shopping, gambling, etc. I’m not gonna lie and say the strip isn’t fun, because it totally is.
However! The strip only encompasses a 3-mile stretch of the actual limits of Vegas. So what about the remaining 200 square miles of Sin City? Very much the opposite: Flat. Dry. Hot. Suburban. Huuuuge stretches of wasted asphalt between abandoned stores and houses. And everything is either brown or tan in color, so I guess they wanted their shitty architecture to match their shitty desert. And this goes on for fucking MILES! Vegas is literally one teeny sliver of awesome that’s surrounded by absolute shit as far as the eye can see. It’s kinda like a jelly donut, except the jelly is made of glitter and vodka, and the dough is made of sand, cement and cigarette butts. Yummy.
So, my pondering friend, here’s my question for you… Would YOU leave a gorgeous and cultured city like San Francisco in favor of a jelly donut? If yes, get the fuck off my blog.
