Viva Las Vegas

March 7, 2007 at 2:55 am (Uncategorized)

I really, really, really want to go to Vegas. I think it’s my spiritual home. Or at least it’s definitely one of them…I might need to claim a few, just to keep life interesting (and Sydney is definitely a part of me). But I’m certain – absolutely one hundred percent certain in a way I’ve never been about any other more conventional style of religion – that Vegas and I are meant for each other. I am a true Vegas believer. And my pilgrimage is long overdue.

I’ve just been having some email banter with my American friend Rosy, and she was lucky enough to go to her brother’s Vegas wedding recently.

Insert whining voice here: I WANNA GO TO A VEGAS WEDDING!!!

Talking to Rosy really makes my great American road trip seem URGENT. I really have to get this show on the road. It’s just going to be too hilarious and strange (my favourite combination of anything). Get this – Rosy’s been to a wedding officiated by Elvis. Elvis! So let me ask you this. What’s not to love about being able to choose which Elvis you want to have marry you? Do you want the GI Elvis? Or do you want the deep-fried banana and peanut butter sandwich Elvis? These are the big questions.

It’s not that I like gambling. Quite the opposite. I can’t even begin to tell you how crushingly dull I find the whole ritual of losing money I personally can ill afford to lose. It’s just not my scene (although having said that, every single time I see the words ‘Texas Hold ‘Em Poker,’ my eyes light up and a fire burns in my belly. What does it mean? How does it work? When can I play?). But it’s the uncanniness of the place that seduces me. It’s the super-duper-uncanny site, even leaving New York to bite its dust (and plenty of dust there is, too, from what I understand). It just doesn’t get any more uncanny than Vegas. Oh how I want to walk that strip. Oh how I want to see the inside of those chapels. Oh how I want to completely lose track of the difference between night and day in the immense pits of those casinos. Oh how I want to roll around in all that crazy kitsch until I am weak from laughter and abject fascination.

Las Vegas. My kind of town. Sigh…


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