Back from Doucheopolis...I mean Vegas
We're back from our anniversary trip. Barry and I had fun watching the douches gambling, posturing and oggling titties. At times, it really did feel like we were watching a strange and exotic race of primates in their natural environment. It was both disturbing and fascinating at the same time. Not to be outdone by the douches, we saw huge gaggles of hos everywhere....especially at night. I'm so used to the hipsters, goth chicks and earth mommas of Seattle. It was quite surprising to see women, trying desperately to look like worn out hookers a la Ms. Spears. It was both tragic and entertaining. You just don't see that very often in Seattle (unless you're in Pioneer Square, I guess).
To me, Vegas represents American culture perfectly. We have the means to create multi-billion dollar buildings that are indeed marvelous, gorgeous and opulent (as is the hotel in which we stayed), but the whole reason they exist is to facilitate greed and vice. I have said it before, I have mixed feelings about Vegas. I'm equally in awe and horrified by what it represents. I realize it's hypocritical to complain about its existence when there's a part of me that really likes the spectacle, but I never claimed to be a saint. Never am I more aware of what a special place Seattle is, as when I go to places like Vegas. Sure, we have our fair share of tools, douches and pricks. But, in Vegas, you can't escape them - ever! By the time we left, I just couldn't bear the sight of another roving squadron of idiotic guys in jeans, untucked, striped, dress shirts and shell/hemp necklaces. Though we did get a good chuckle when we spotted from the shuttle to the airport, a skinny little, douche walking towards the strip with a muscle shirt on with the words: "The Man" with an arrow pointing up towards his face and "The Legend" with an arrow pointing at his crotch. It was a fitting final image of our trip to Vegas.
Having said all of that, we did have a great time. Barry is the first partner I have been with that has been such an easy travel companion. When I think back to past relationships and our travels together, I remember the occasional period of fun mixed with overwhelming frustration and arguments. Those are very few and far between with Barry. Luckily, we have very similar sensibilities about what we like to do and that makes traveling very pleasant. I wanted to do something special to honor our third anniversary. Something that we would both enjoy. So, I booked a trip to do what we love best: go see some shows. We saw the Cirque show "O" one night and the Bette Midler show the next. Both shows were excellent and memorable in different ways.
I'm not going to lie. I love Bette Midler. I don't care if it's just about the gayest thing one can say. I enjoy her humor, her whit, her singing and her schmaltz. When I saw her last on the Kiss My Brass tour, I absolutely fell in love with her completely. She's the only performer I've seen who can be vulgar and brash one minute and then give you goosebumps the next. She's 62 and claims this will be her swan song. So, I thought it would be a great way to celebrate our anniversary with something memorable and it was.
To me, Vegas represents American culture perfectly. We have the means to create multi-billion dollar buildings that are indeed marvelous, gorgeous and opulent (as is the hotel in which we stayed), but the whole reason they exist is to facilitate greed and vice. I have said it before, I have mixed feelings about Vegas. I'm equally in awe and horrified by what it represents. I realize it's hypocritical to complain about its existence when there's a part of me that really likes the spectacle, but I never claimed to be a saint. Never am I more aware of what a special place Seattle is, as when I go to places like Vegas. Sure, we have our fair share of tools, douches and pricks. But, in Vegas, you can't escape them - ever! By the time we left, I just couldn't bear the sight of another roving squadron of idiotic guys in jeans, untucked, striped, dress shirts and shell/hemp necklaces. Though we did get a good chuckle when we spotted from the shuttle to the airport, a skinny little, douche walking towards the strip with a muscle shirt on with the words: "The Man" with an arrow pointing up towards his face and "The Legend" with an arrow pointing at his crotch. It was a fitting final image of our trip to Vegas.
Having said all of that, we did have a great time. Barry is the first partner I have been with that has been such an easy travel companion. When I think back to past relationships and our travels together, I remember the occasional period of fun mixed with overwhelming frustration and arguments. Those are very few and far between with Barry. Luckily, we have very similar sensibilities about what we like to do and that makes traveling very pleasant. I wanted to do something special to honor our third anniversary. Something that we would both enjoy. So, I booked a trip to do what we love best: go see some shows. We saw the Cirque show "O" one night and the Bette Midler show the next. Both shows were excellent and memorable in different ways.
I'm not going to lie. I love Bette Midler. I don't care if it's just about the gayest thing one can say. I enjoy her humor, her whit, her singing and her schmaltz. When I saw her last on the Kiss My Brass tour, I absolutely fell in love with her completely. She's the only performer I've seen who can be vulgar and brash one minute and then give you goosebumps the next. She's 62 and claims this will be her swan song. So, I thought it would be a great way to celebrate our anniversary with something memorable and it was.