M's assessment of Vegas was my own--only I was 17 and not nearly so mature and eloquent. I couldn't shake the feeling of excess, vice, and squalor, metaphorically typified by the $4.99 megabuffet which included something which at dinner were called egg rolls and the next day at breakfast were called breakfast roll ups or something similar. It's a slick, image-oriented place, slighty seedy even at its most fabulous--and, let's face it: still slightly fabulous in all its seediness. I think everyone should visit once, just to see it. But for me, once was/is enough.