I love Vegas. And not just in a "I love going there" kind of way, which I do. It's really much much more than that. Vegas is like a 2nd home to me. Y'know how some people get all warm and tingly inside when they go to a favorite place? That's how I feel the minute I step into the bell clanging casino.
Funny thing is that I'm not even a gambler! The chips plinking against one another at the roulette table sounds like birdsongs to me. I can sit and watch the entertainers/ poker dealers at the Imperial Palace all nite. When I see the waitresses with their heavy drink laden trays, all I can think is that they are so lucky to be living and working in Vegas.
I love the unending sea of flashy lights and the symphony of the slots. Wheel. Of. Fortune :) The desert sun beating down on me at the Outlets is a welcomed warmth. I even love the way all the houses are the same beige color. Vegas is, and always will be, my kinda town.
