Somehow, through the luck of a conference the missus had to attend, we found ourselves in the middle of the world famous and absurdly grandiose Las Vegas strip. Keep in mind that the underlying definition of “trip” in our world typically means throwing a bag in the back of the GMC Acadia and lying on a beach by the Gulf of Mexico. This was obviously quite different.
Here are a few things you need to know if you ever head out West and attempt to take it all in.
Walking Shoes: Take a good pair. The strip itself is only about six miles long. But the mazes of attractions and restaurants and shops seem endless as you navigate through multiple levels of the various properties. If you are into counting steps, I was just shy of 27,000 on the first day.
See a Show: And I’m not talking about Britney or Celine, although I’m sure they are titanically fabulous. Take in a musical or a theater production or a Cirque version that fits your taste. We checked into “Star Crossed Love” at the Palazzo and it was more than we could have hoped for. And, according the locals, skip Criss Angel.
Go to at least one ridiculously expensive restaurant: Nothing says “extravagance” like eating food that you can’t pronounce, and some of the best chefs in the world are hanging out waiting to take your money in the local eateries. Bring your appetite and a truckload of cash because to be honest, everywhere you eat in Las Vegas is expensive relative to Alabama and the $5 Footlong.
Go see the Grand Canyon: Yes, it’s just a hole in the ground. But it’s a BIG ol’ hole. Spend the extra cash and see it by helicopter, just to get a perspective of how small we truly are on this beautiful planet.
Other than that, beware of the ladies of the night, carry plenty of tip money, and don't bet the ranch. You will lose.
Everyone should visit Vegas at least once. And I’m not even opposed to going back one day. However, my wallet is a different story.
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Derek Osborn is the Executive Director of PRIDE of Tuscaloosa by trade and writer by hobby. He lives in Tuscaloosa with his wife Lynn, and daughters Savannah and Anica.