Nau speak: Vegas: People (and pigeons) in the Promenade

Viva Las Vegas, the city of Lost Wages, of Sin and too much of a good thing! This city welcomes one and almost all with open arms, so long as you've got a valid passport and a pocketful of cash (or at least some plastic for the swiping). The booze is ever-flowing, the party ever-pumping... or at least that's the impression the city so sorely and fanatically wants for you to have of it. It's kind of like those raging party girls who, with age, start to be a little less exciting and enticing and more ragged and pathetic as the abuses of excess start to accumulate...like Tara Reid, basically. Vegas certainly lacks no amount of spackle for when it comes to glossing over its age or the fading charms of some of its dingier corridors, and with the constant evolution comes the relentless forward-charge that tries, so desperately, to prevent the ravages of time. For the most part this means Vegas is a glittering, built up mecca to consumption and entertainment, drawing the hordes of eager visitors with the promise of possible riches and a great story to tell the folks back home, if nothing else.

Party hardy.

Whether its a bro-squard in matching Hawaiian/tropics-inspired-print or a drunk and disorderly bachelorette squad in their tiny dresses, heels in hand, Vegas is best enjoyed with other people. Even Hunter S. Thompson brought his trusty attorney to Vegas for his wild drug-binge-ride. It's just one of those things- sometimes you need a friend to rally, or to hold your hair while you get sick, but someone has to help you take photos so it's not just an endless procession of awkward selfies. I've done the solo-travel thing (when I lived in Japan and Korea), and while I'm incredibly grateful for the experience and wouldn't trade it for the world, it also made me acutely aware of how much fun it can be to travel with friends. It's also good to know that you can pack up and go, on your own, and there's a lot of benefits to be had with solo travel... but if I were to be the judge, which I basically am, since this is my little slice of the internet- Vegas is a town best enjoyed with your BFFs or at least a romantic partner.