Where do you get to see BIG hair, bad clothes, many people who need to join Weight Watchers and LOTS of drunk boys? Yep. You guessed it. VEGAS.
Ben and I were both robbed of our Vegas virginity on the same weekend. It was, I hope I can safely say, the first and LAST time I will visit the sin city. I can't remember the last time I saw so many people from red states conglomerated together. It was America at its worst. Or at least my idea of its worst. I kept hoping I would come to appreciate its kitsch, but no such luck. It was just plain tacky. I was hoping we could indulge in some good food and good drinks, but we were on the bargain baby plan. The Wynn hotel wouldn't even allow strollers in their lobby and one restaurant we wanted to eat in would not allow any children under the age of five. So much for Vegas being a family friendly place.
I know some people love Vegas. And I suppose that if you like to gamble, it's the place to be. But for me, it's so NOT money.