The last time I visited Las Vegas, my good friend Melissa and I took an ambitious detour towards the city on our route from Edmonton to San Francisco. We arrived at 11am, her car way overheated and packed to the brim with everything I owned. We stopped at a mall somewhere and the city looked burnt up, like it wasn't built for daylight. People looked sad and wandering lost. We left after a few hours.
We both preferred the desert terrain and glorious, whipped crimson sunsets.
We both agreed the place held little appeal for us. We probably wouldn't go back.
But then Heidi - a lovely friend for whom I will stand as a bridesmaid at her wedding in 4 weeks - said that she envisioned a Vegas bachelorette. And I am a firm believer in making things happen for friends because that's how really fun, funny, memorable things happen. It's like Newton's First Law of Friendship.
So I am seated in seat 39A on Flight 1851 to Las Vegas. We will go to a dayclub. We will see Australian men of fine form strip down to their gitch - if that - and we will cringe and roar. We will wear costumes. We have matching tank tops with bachelorette-themed puns. It will be full and fabulous.
Just putting this out there: Make stuff happen for your friends. Not because it comes back to you, though it typically does if your friends aren't assholes, but because that's one of the privileges of modern life. Women get to take off and vacate their roles and responsibilities together. Definitely this is a luxury, and definitely there is a race-class-power dynamic here that I get to leverage. So be in community with the women in your lives. Invite new women into the fold. Connect and be ridiculous together because the women who came before fought for us to have everything, including this.
Vegas is a debauchery incarnate. It's an environmentalist's nightmare. But at least Harry Reid is awesome. My rational self is aware of all of your criticisms of the entire idea of Vegas.
But I am on a plane to Vegas where I will have a mojito and await the arrival of the others. And I will entertain no guilt.