Ahhh, Las Vegas. How shall I describe thee? Shall I liken thee to a summer day? Or to an old lover you still can’t shake your feelings for? Are you like any other city, but more so? Or are you but a mirage, a fata morgana? Certainly you are not Like a Virgin. But I can say this: you are a destination for which opinions vary widely. Some people love you. Many people hate you. Few have mixed feelings. But even among those who love you, it often  comes with a time limit, or recommended dosage (avg recommended dosage: two days).

On my most recent trip – six guys celebrating a 40th birthday – we dutifully adhered to the two day rule. But for two days, we really did rule.  We stayed at the Hard Rock Hotel where the pool scene is like Spring Break for the 30+ set. We dined at Nobu where we discovered a small amount of Kobe Beef can cost $190. And in what is probably the smartest idea our 40-year old friend ever had, we got a private rooftop table at Pure atop Caesar’s Palace Hotel. Truly if there is a heaven worthy of two days time, it was this.

The thought of staying for the Hard Rock’s Rehab party on Sunday was tempting, but like Amy Winehouse, we said “No, No, No“. Low on money, lacking in sleep, and ready for spring break to be over, we happily headed home on Sunday.

I heard a metaphor that is my new favorite: Vegas is like Cotton Candy. The first few bites make you say, “wow, this is great”. By about the third bite, you start to think that your teeth will rot off and by bite five (if you get that far) your stomach is upset. So stop after two bites.

What is your maximum Vegas time limit? And what is your favorite Vegas metaphor?

Photo courtesy of basic sounds.

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