What It’s Like To Live In Las Vegas


Ahhh Sin City. Disneyland for adults. Full of fun, debauchery, anticipation. In one word to describe it, ridiculous. People come from all over the world to enjoy the artificially-built city in the middle of the desert. I think the most amazing part of Las Vegas is that even in the middle of Nevada, you can be transported all over the world just by stepping into a certain casino. For example, you can go to medieval Europe in the Excalibur or cross the drawbridge and enter New York City at the New York New York Hotel. You want to go to Egypt? How about stepping into the Luxor, complete with a gigantic Sphinx right in front. Paris? Oh its right down the street at, well…. Paris. You wanna go to Italy? Take your pick. There’s the Venetian, which depicts the city of Venice. There’s the Bellagio with its amazing fountain show out in front. And if you want to go back to ancient Italy, step into Caesar’s Palace, which themes ancient Rome (and yes, Caesar did live there, I toured his room).

I haven’t made it up to Fremont Street yet, which has one of the worlds largest video screens canopying the six-block plaza, but i’ll get there someday.

You would think living here would be non-stop partying with the vast amount of clubs, drugs, bars, prostitutes, casinos. That all got old for me pretty quickly if we’re being honest, except for the heroin, that’s still fun. It’s kind of tough to go out by yourself all the time. This would be no problem for me if I were in a different city or if I finally cracked the case on where all the UNLV students go out (because no college student can afford to go out on the strip every weekend). The problem with Vegas though, is that nobody is from around here. Everywhere you would want to go is filled with tourists. I’ve struck up conversation with a few people while watching a game and I can count on Jim Abbott’s right hand how many of them were from Las Vegas.

Don’t get me wrong though, me and Julio (my 6 speed huffy), have been enjoying Las Vegas so far. The thing about this place is that while nobody is from around here, people always visit here. I’ve only been here a couple of weeks now and I already had my sister’s roommate come into town with her boyfriend. The other thing about this place that I find rather nice is that there is no such thing as an ugly bartender. “But Vin, every girl is beautiful in some way”, no they’re not, if every girl was beautiful, than every girl would be average. It’s a nice change of pace than in New York where every bartender is either a friend from school or a former teacher (although 5th grade Mrs. Fox can bartend for me any day… even if I did piss my pants in her class).


As for actually living in Vegas and what it’s like. It’s not as wild as you’d think. In fact, it’s not that wild at all. Going to the strip is fun depending on what type of mood I’m in. If I’m in a good mood, it’s pretty cool just walking around and seeing all of the high rise hotels and all of the people flocking the strip like the salmon of Capistrano. Find me in a not so good mood, and I immediately wish harm upon all the homeless people asking for change, all the street performers, all the idiots who actually buy into the street performers bullshit, and all the human trailer park trash that is abundant here. In the daytime, you would expect to see people stumbling around drunk but that’s actually less common than you think. For the most part, it’s just a bunch of people walking down the street just like in every other city, except here everyone has their drink of choice in their hand, which is awesome.



  1. agent provocateur · April 11, 2015

    Reblogged this on Nevada State Personnel Watch.


  2. Moritz · April 11, 2015

    In some degrees, Vegas is a very special city. It’s just so lively. However, for people living there, every day must feel just “normal”.


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