By now you must have realized that the places I visit usually don’t have the same significance for me as they do for most people so it shouldn’t come as a surprise that Vegas wasn’t about gambling, night life, shows, or even eloping (a fleeting desire I once had). Vegas was none of those things, not even close. It was a trip I booked in advance with a friend, to get away from yet another cold Canadian winter. Despite watching the incredible Cirque du Soleil O show, and being there during the best time of year, Vegas ended up being my escape from the worst experience I’ll ever have in my life. I was physically there but I was just an empty shell, the best part of me gone forever. Not only was Vegas not what you were thinking, it certainly wasn’t what I could ever have imagined, but it was a welcomed escape from a truly horrific reality. I remember the Cirque du Soleil performance taking my breath away, wishing I could have seen Adele live at Caesar’s Palace, enjoying the vibe at Fremont Street, appreciating the delicious buffet at the Wynn hotel, all of it being so incredible but not being able to share a single moment of it with my favourite person. I guess everything that happened to me in Vegas actually did stay there.
