More about Las Vegas

This past weekend was my first trip to Las Vegas. I didn’t know if I’d like it or not.

It would be so easy to have that puritanical teenager ideology and just say—ugh, bleh, it’s all fake.

But I’m a grown-up, so instead I could just try to enjoy it and see if I liked it. And I did.

We stayed at the Paris Hotel, which has scale replicas of the Eiffel Tower and Arc de Triomphe. The casino itself looks like the streets of Paris—but with games! Even the ceiling is painted blue with puffy clouds, like you’re walking around Paris in the late afternoon.

Sure, it’s not Paris. It’s funny, and fake—but gloriously fake.

But get this: Las Vegas is mostly about money. I didn’t know that money could be fun. In Las Vegas, money does tricks. It’s a fluid.

The night before we left I dreamt I was on the casino floor. Everything was the same as it really is—except that all the money glowed a fluorescent turquoise. It was beautiful.