Saturday, July 29, 2006

Let's get married in Vegas

Arrived in Las Vegas last night at 4 in the morning (thanks to a delayed plane). The minute we stepped off the plane into the airport we were confronted with rows of slot machines (and people playing them - they're like Borg Casino Robots who never sleep). We also saw a huge advert for "The Thunder from Down Under" - a male strip show from Australia, and another massive advert of a busty woman (who looked like a drag queen but wasn't) firing a machine gun, with the tagline "Fire a machine gun!" It's all so unsubtle and panders to people's weaknesses: gluttony, lust, greed etc. But it's done on such a grand scale that it's impossible not to be impressed and caught up in the hedonistic glamour of it all. I feel compelled to break out into an Ann Margaret Vegas dance routine (ala Viva Las Vegas) every few minutes.

We are staying on the 30th floor of New York New York, a massive casino hotel, which, from the outside emulates the Manhattan skyline (along with a rollercoaster) and attempts to replicate the real New York, it's all very "hyper-real". It always takes me a few days to adjust to the breezy extroversion of America. In the UK, we are generally poor communicators and diffident. Americans on the other hand speak clearly and loudly, and always seem to have some witty sitcom response to any given situation. The man who brought my breakfast this morning, looked me up and down and said "You need to get your hair on!" I didn't have the heart to say "Actually, it always looks this way." After a few days, I kind of get into it and go along with it too. It makes me wonder whether personality really *is* to do with context (I read "The Tipping Point" on the plane which argues just that). Maybe there is a sassy American version of me and the reflective, shy Brit is only because I live in the UK. My fella is in 7th heaven because the hotel has a Starbucks that is open 24 hours a day.

So far I have gambled and lost some money on the slot machines, visited an "oxygen bar" (although I couldn't see what all the fuss was about), over-eaten and got a blister walking miles from shambolic hotel to hotel - they are all joined together, meaning you don't have to step outside into the 100+ degrees F heat. We got lost several times on the way back though as we negoiated the enormous hollowed out pyramid of the Luxor, and the fake olde worlde of Camelot. Tonight we are going to see "Zumanity" - a Showgirls-esque variety show. I'm sure it will be educational.

I am following the ongoing story of "Monique" at the moment - she's a celebrity I've never heard of, who was recently thrown off a plane after one of her entourage tried to place a hairdryer in an overhead locker. I'm sure there was more to the story than that, but Monique has been phoning in every day to "E Tonight" saying things like "I was treated like an animal!" and "I have been in touch with legal representation". Tragically, Monique said to an air hostess "Don't you know who I am?" It seems she didn't.

Also, one of N Synch has "confessed he is gay" according to the media. Since when did it require a "confesssion"? Still, he isn't all that good-looking so I don't think the story will run.

1 comment:

Trashbinder said...

It still frustrates me that in this day and age, the word 'confessed' is used instead of 'revealed'.

Confessions are used to describe dark secrets and subject matters that are preferrably kept under wraps.

I know that America has taken four steps back where gay rights are concerned and we are incredibly lucky in the UK, but stories like this still hilight just how far we have to go before the qualities of the individual will be seen before the tag of sexual preference.

Hope Vegas is a blast, on a lighter note.