The last time I was in Las Vegas was back in 2014. As an adult who seldom drinks and detest going to parties, the little town in Paradise, Nevada never held the same appeal to me as it does to others. A weekend off to Vegas? But why? It’s nothing but a whole mess of people, spending your hard-earned money frivolously, and supremely dry weather (bring lotion).
Well, I just came back from a long weekend in Las Vegas. My friend was attending a conference and had a free hotel bed for me to stay. I figured, why not? It’s been a long time since I’ve been to Vegas; let’s see what it’s like from the perspective of an introvert who is now in his mid thirties.
My priors views about the place are still present. The throngs of people on a Saturday evening on the strip is absolutely amazing and also terrifying, coming out of the pandemic. All I could think about while I was amongst the sea of people is the horrific tragedy in Itaewon, Seoul. If there is a crowd rush right now I will for sure die. The best time to walk the strip is actually a weekday afternoon, during golden hour. Far less people, and the sunsetting colors make the views kind of spectacular.
The frivolous spending of money is what actually grosses me out of the most about Vegas. American consumerism and consumption-ism is on full display. You can’t walk a super long Vegas block without encountering something to lose your money to. Everything there is designed to separate you from your cash, all dressed up in a nice coat of high-class veneer to convince you of your specialness. Las Vegas allows the layman to indulge in a taste of the stereotypical rich lifestyle. Provided you’re willing to fork over some money.
Because the lunch there is definitely not free. The food prices in Vegas are incredibly high, even at the hotel food court level, never mind the branded restaurants behind famous chefs that you’d need reservations for (and a tip to the maître d'). For three days I bought nothing material from any store, only spending on food. I easily dropped $300 on sustenance alone, and that’s without going anywhere fancy. Vegas inflation is real, add on top of that the regular inflation we’re experiencing everywhere.
Las Vegas is indeed a playground for the rich. Normal folks like you and I can only pay what little we have to get a taste. And perhaps get lucky at the tables and games so we can join the ranks of the rich, however minuscule the chance may be. That’s what keeps people coming back, the endless hedonic treadmill.
Old school Vegas.