I just came back from Las Vegas. This was my third time there, second time this year.
The first time I went to Vegas was for a work conference 18 or so years ago and I was not medicated for my crazy anxiety so it was a tough place for me. And it was 109 degrees which made me want to die.
The second time I went was this past June when Rob made me accompany him to a bowling tournament. Other wives were supposed to go, but they smartly dropped out. It was 115 degrees. I didn't leave the hotel, and mostly watch Law and Order reruns in the hotel room. I vowed I would never go to Las Vegas again. I hate Las Vegas.
But then I started thinking how fun it would be to make someone else who hates Vegas go there. So my cousin and I agreed we would take our moms to Las Vegas for their birthdays and get tickets for Celine Dion.
We also planned lots of other activities, and it was only 84 degrees. I liked Las Vegas.
The first night we went to see a Cirque du Soleil show. I think I am one of the only people in North America to have never seen one. Y'know? I don't think I need to see another one. It was incredible, all the crazy acrobats, but there was a large man dressed as a baby and he made me very uncomfortable. And it was so... random. Like a dream you wake up from and wonder What the hell did I eat last night!? Like, some acrobats would be doing their thing on center stage but there'd be some random clown dude balancing on a ball in the background, and another baby character dressed in pjs running around in the rafters, and then at the end she comes out riding a large inflatable snail, and that's the grand finale. Wha? I think my tastes might be a little more reality-based and not as much acid trip-based.
The next day we drove to Hoover Dam. Check.
Then it was time for Celine. Now, to be clear, I am not a big Celine fan, but my mom is, and the lady who does my nails has seen her four times. Her show is kind of bucket list item, and it was either her or Donny and Marie. I entered the Colosseum at Caesars Palace and rolled my eyes at the all the Celine merch that was available; Who would walk around in a Celine Dion T shirt unless they were being ironic? I was too cool, too hip.
That Celine, man, she can sing. Like, for real. By the middle of the show I was thinking, Oh I'm buying one of those Celine T shirts. She was pretty unbelievable. She did her dramatic hand motions and had her Quebecois accent, and her sparkly outfits were... sparkly, and she had a 28 piece band behind her. I liked the first half better than the second. My snarky judgement is that she talks a little too much and finds herself very charming and funny while I do not. She went on for 5 minutes about crest white strips. I'm sure its a go-to story and her true fans eat it up. My aunt didn't know who Celine was going in, and was so relieved when it was over. She seemed to doze off during the Prince tribute.
My final review: If you like watching amazingly talented musicians ply their craft, go see Celine. She's a pro, and I am now a fan. In fact I'm listening to her right now. I didn't buy a T shirt tho. But if I had I would wear it proudly.
The rest of the trip was good, the weather was great, the food was excellent, I lost money at the slots as I always do (you don't even want me standing next to you while you gamble. I'm a jinx.) Two days is about my Vegas limit. Maybe three if one of those days is a pool day.
I think one of the keys to me liking Vegas is to go without my husband. I feel a little freer to order that second drink, and eat where I want to eat, and I don't have to watch bowling. We'll see, now that I don't hate Vegas as much, maybe we'll go there again.
If it is over 85 degrees, though, I'm out.