Saturday, June 16, 2007
At first glance, Vegas appears to be nothing so much as an X-rated Disneyland for adults. Baking like a blast furnace in the barren 110-degree Mojave desert, the city seems to exist for no other reason than to entertain the visitors who take refuge from reality in its indulgently air-conditioned casinos -- where make-believe architecture, faux Elvis performances, and silicone-enhanced body parts converge in a hedonistic yet highly organized orgy of gambling, shopping, eating, drinking, smoking, and screwing.
It's not an entirely unappealing mix, and once you get over the fact that almost everything except the money you're losing at the casino is fake, it's actually quite a bit of fun. Let's just hope the Hoover Dam doesn't run out of water anytime soon. In this era of global climate change, Vegas feels like a city that is living on borrowed time.