I just got back from a trip to Las Vegas. I left excited to finally see the west and returned an exhausted husk of a woman. Sin City rises from the dust like some sort of decadent Oz, a mecca for the self-indulgent. To a slightly introverted Southern country girl, Las Vegas is overwhelming – everything is ostentatious, crowded, vivid, and noisy. However, upon emerging from my catatonia, I’m remembering it fondly.
Five days into the trip, my boyfriend said, “Let’s go to Red Rock Canyon.” I gave him a glassy-eyed stare and said, wanly, “’kay.” He pulled ...
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