All The Gin Joints in All The World. The title of a song by the catchy, the poppy, the teen heartthrob rock band, Fall Out Boy. I wonder if they wrote this song when they were in the depths of Vegas. A place full of either entrepreneurs or pure laziness. A place where enjoying a beer at 7:00am is completely acceptable (as witnessed when I stopped over for a greasy breakfast at Buffalo Bills), as long as it's not the same beer you passed out with in your hand at 3am.
I got to see Vegas differently than I had seen it before, and differently than all my pre disposed assumptions I had built up in my brain. Yes it was still brown, and hot, and expansive. It's pretty cheap. It's a good hub for flights, anywhere. It was, just like another suburban town. Except instead of going to the nearest bowling alley after prom the kids hop in a limo and visit the strip.
All in all tt was a fun little vaycay.