I got to Vegas on Thursday. I stepped off the airplane and spotted slot machines in the terminal as I made my way to the ladies room. “This will be interesting,” I thought.
Hotel lobbies on the strip are fluid and open to the public. It’s were their attractions, restaurants, bars, and casinos are. Every casino looked identical; except for the carpets and maybe how luxurious they make their lobbies seem with the chandeliers and the lighting; each casino was packed tight with electronic machines and black jack tables hosted by low wage workers in trussed up uniforms who seemed tired of their jobs…and drunk people.
I didn’t gamble during this trip; I had no desire to. The food however was amazing; vegan eats in Vegas were delicious! From the Eiffel Tower restaurant, to Botero, to other lesser known food joints, I had a blast eating vegan in Las Vegas.
For the first few days, we stayed at the Luxor. The hotel is in the shape of an Egyptian pyramid, though it was an interesting theme for a hotel, it was in sore need of some updates. The room was old and stuffy with low popcorn ceilings. The lobby smelled of Egyptian musk mixed in with heavy cigarette smoke. (smoking is allowed in all lobbies because of the casinos, I guess). After Janet’s conference on Saturday, we checked out of there and checked into the swanky Cosmopolitan.
The cosmopolitan is a GORGEOUS hotel! We had a balcony suite on the 46th floor with a view of the mountains. Unlike the Luxor, Cosmo inspired me to put my freakum’ dress on and step out into the night. Hotels matter sometimes. Nice accommodations can set the tone for a vacation; like the backdrop in a beautiful picture.
The freakum dress came out on Saturday night after our day out in the Mojave desert. We rented a car and escaped the resort district otherwise known as “the strip,” and did all the things we wanted to do; went all the places taxi drivers on the strip weren’t willing to go.
Cabs charge every third of a mile! It was especially annoying shelling out $10 to go 2 blocks in Vegas. So on Saturday, after learning it would cost anywhere from $35-40 to go 5 miles outside of the tourist trap–without any guarantee that I could hail a cab back–I went to Avis, and rented a basic car for a day. For $75 we got a Kia Sol. The best money I ever spent; buying freedom.
It was like we had just busted out of jail, the way we mapped out and planned to visit as much as we could in one day. First we had breakfast at Sunrise Coffee. They had the best Chai tea ever, complete with milk alternatives like soy, almond, and rice milk! Most places never have rice milk so if you’re vegan with a soy or nut allergy, you’re stuck flying a kite with a hole in it–helpless.
We indulged in yummy organic, vegan breakfast sandwiches and treats for much less than it cost to eat breakfast on the strip. Then we made the 30 min trip to Red Rock Canyon in the Mojave Desert.
Red rocks was beautiful!!! It was like visiting a miniature Grand Canyon if you will. The most beautiful, humbling places I’ve ever been. We soaked up the sun, hiked, and meditated among the rattle snakes and cacti. Yes, rattle snakes! But those fearsome creatures couldn’t dampen the reverence and joy I felt being in that place with God and nature. Pictures or words can’t describe the magnificence of the mountains, the rocks, the desolate and beautiful quiet, the warmth of the sun, the echo of my footsteps, the sparse beauty of the vegetation and landscape, so I won’t attempt.
I had the most fun in Vegas off the strip; when we escaped the resort district with it’s massive hotels, superficial excitement, and redundant casinos. It just seemed like artificial fun. Like everyone there was in search of some epic ‘Vegas’ experience; drink til’ you pass out and call it ‘fun’ type of experience. That’s not my style.
We left red rocks and headed for downtown; the arts district and antiques alley.
Antiques alley was a gem! A whole street made up of little antique and vintage clothing stores. I was intrigued. And I blew my budget in the first three stores; I didn’t make it to the other 28. The lovely owner of Glam Factory Vintage, where I bought some fabulous vintage pieces recommended Casa Don Juan, an authentic Mexican restaurant, around the block. I ordered the veggie burrito. It blew my mind.
Mind blown, we auto-piloted our way back to the Cosmo on the strip. We promised not to succumb to sleep, but rather hit the streets and indulge in the vegas hype. Our sexy dresses matched our sexy faces and we stepped out. We had dinner, had drinks at a swanky bar, almost went to a club, caught a cab to another hotel to meet a friend at another club instead, dumbstruck at the guest line that wrapped around the building three times, we caught a cab back to the hotel and slept off the drinks. Woke up bright, early, and happy the next morning and had breakfast poolside. My kind of vacation.