I’m always struck by a few things about Vegas that seem to be a part of the very fiber of the place.  The biggest thing for me is it’s un-reality. Nothing is real in Vegas. Some of the things that make the world run do not apply in Vegas.  For example:

Time.  Time does not apply.  The place runs 24 hours a day, you can get a beer at 6am and a pancake a 7pm.  There are no clocks and no bed times. Maybe it’s in the air they pump into the casinos, but time seems to not apply in any real sense.  The sun does see to come up on time though.

Money.  The value of money is simply not the same in Vegas.  It’s built around the suspension of values.  When you go to Vegas, you build your finances around what you can plan to give away.  Then, they convert dollars into chips, so it doesn’t seem like it’s actually money that’s being spent.

Art.  There is certainly art in Vegas in places like the Bellagio.  However, like everything else unreal, a majority of the “artifacts” are cheaply made models. When I see people have their picture made in front of “The David”, I want to remind them that it is not art, but a piece of cement pulled from a mold down the street.

Natural Beauty.  I think it’s funny how many waterfalls and trees there are in Vegas. It’s in the middle of a desert without a natural water supply, except Lake Mead. Yet, every casino has at least 2 waterfalls, or so it seems. Unreal.

I won’t even mention all the unreal breasts, but I image you know where I’m headed with that.