I’ve been to a lot of cities I didn’t love, but I can still respect most of them. Las Vegas? Not a chance. For many Utahns like me, Vegas is just a noisy, neon pit stop en route to Disneyland and somehow it still manages to embarrass us every time. The Strip is a chaotic playground dressed up for adults, and even when you try to avoid it, it has a way of pulling you back in.
My most recent trip was for Beyoncé’s Cowboy Carter tour, which was flawless until the Uber app crashed, forcing my friend and me straight into the Mandalay Bay chaos we’d sworn to avoid. The airport was even worse: malfunctioning scanners, missing crew members, endless delays, and the constant slot machine jingle drilling into our skulls. We arrived home six hours late, vowing never to return at least not until Queen Bey tours again.
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