Box in Vegas

An archived post, written when we were free to move about the country without fear of spreading a deadly virus.

I have a weird fascination with Las Vegas. Actually, it might be more than a fascination. I may love Las Vegas. After nearly 20 different trips, I should be more comfortable with loving this place.

My hesitation stems from a realization. In many ways, Las Vegas is everything I am not. Las Vegas is loud, boisterous, and attention-seeking. It is sexism and objectivism. It is tempting with fate. It is risk and reward. It is built for tourists and supported by millions who call it home. It is a tale of two cities. For me, it is a paradox. That is why I love it so.

Yet, it is more than “the strip.” It is a burgeoning art scene that is on full display within its arts district. It is a Container Park where one can experience divine cocktails and deep conversations without the ring of slot machines in the background. It is a myriad of tiki bars offering relief from the desert sun. It is homes reaching out in every direction serving as a reminder that this place is something more. It is access to nature and grand adventures. It is a reminder of man’s daring and his ability to do impossible things. It is a city. It is supposed to be a lot of different things to a lot of different people. It serves many functions and is beginning to serve many different purposes for me.

On this trip, it is serving as a reminder that life’s experiences are meant to be shared. Traveling without the one I love by my side, I am making a promise to experience more of the world with him. This truth serves as a promise for all future joy.

Be good to each other,

Nathan