Spring Break: 2013
Max, Suz, Elle and I take a short flight from Denver to Nevada and arrive in Vegas. It’s hot, a welcome break from the late March snowfall back home. A cab ride interrupted by commercials for nightclubs and circuses brings us to our new home: The MGM Grand. Pounding music emanates from giant TVs in the lobby as hundreds of people, tatted up bikers, girls in sequined miniskirts, families on vacation and Russian tourists among them, wait to check in. We arrive to our floor, only to find none of us remember our room number.
That night we dress up and head out. Max has a club promoter’s number and a quick phone call later we’re being lead through the back door at the Venetian. The night is a blur of loud music and champagne, and around 1 AM we head out, walking along the huge road that separates the palatial hotels.
The next day we recover by the pool at the MGM, snacking on candy from Sugar Rush. Tan and relaxed we head out for a walk down the strip. Each hotel is a different world of incredible luxury and free entertainment. The garden at the Bellagio, roller coaster at New York, New York and the canal at the Venetian are my favorite, and I walk around utterly enchanted by the multitude of worlds that make up Vegas. The club promoters are like flies, each giving us their number and promising free drinks, free entrance at any club. But that night we visit the casino downstairs and tuck in early, content to spend our time in Sin City being (unusually) good.