Las Vegas

I’m stuck in a rut.

On the news last night they aired a segment on how, if you can afford to do so, NOW is the time to travel! Prices are low (especially airfare), and there’s lots of empty seats and empty hotel rooms. They’re talking about cheap fares to Europe (London, Paris, Barcelona… all places I’d love to go!). They mentioned how low prices are for flights to New York, and how cruise lines are offering special deals (we’ve never been on a cruise, but really want to!).

But all I could think was: I’ve gotta look into this, and see what It’d cost to go back to Vegas.

Now, as reported, we did have a wonderful adult “weekend” (actually held mid-week) together, but the truth is, there wasn’t anything about that getaway that was uniquely Vegas. We got a suite. We took in a show or two. We went to a strip club. We saw the sights (the casinos, that is). We didn’t even gamble. You can do the things we did in pretty much any decent sized city in the country. We could do that here at home… probably as well, if not more easily, than anyplace else, expect NYC and Vegas.

So… why do I seem to be so focused on Las Vegas?

There are places I’ve been to that are all about relaxing (Maui, to name one such place), and places I’ve been to that are all about family (Orlando). There are places where I just feel all touristy (NYC) and a LOT of places I’ve been to with amazing scenery (Yosemite). There are a lot of spots I’ve been to just to say I’ve been (Mount Rushmore). There are places that hold an odd fascination for me (Death Valley), and places I’ve just had to see with my own eyes (Denali). I could come up with an endless list of places and reasons to go to each one.

I’m all for a relaxing, romantic weekend at a Bed and Breakfast in the Adirondacks, holding hands in a rented convertible on a warm fall day, doing the color tour. I’m all for sipping hot chocolate in front of a fire in an Aspen resort, cuddled up under a blanket, chatting about whatever comes to mind. I’m all for a week-long cruise in the Bahamas, or walking the beach at night, and finding a secluded place to slip away…

But… when I think about an adult weekend, I don’t think about making love. Or long, cozy conversations. Or romance. Or tourism.

When I think about an adult weekend, I think about fucking. And, for me, Vegas is a place made specifically for that activity. That’s my own personal rut. For adult entertainment, Vegas is my go-to guy.

Something about Vegas energizes me. It’s a place where I feel rested without a full night’s sleep, where I can stay up later without feeling the fatigue. It’s a place where I feel a little more adventurous, a little more daring. What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, and in Vegas, you’re SUPPOSED to act that way.

This week, I want to at least check out what opportunities are out there. In order to broaden my horizons, however, I’ll force myself to look for someplace new that Dee and I can discover (or re-discover… we’ve both been to NYC, but never together). I’ll try to find some new ideas… even if we don’t do anything soon, I can always apply the knowledge later on.

But I’ll check to see what a weekend in Vegas would cost, too.