What I learned today: The Strip
Whether I'm researching a magazine article or dreaming up some K-POW!
advertising copy, I am always stumbling across some wondrous new fact or
another. And because I am nothing if not a chicky babe that loves to dole out
unsolicited info willy nilly, please be upstanding for and educated on ....
what I learned today:
Las Vegas Boulevard (aka The Strip) isn’t even in Las Vegas.
Y’aha that’s right; the 6.8km stretch of iniquity peppered with erupting volcanoes,
neon lights, people desperately trying to line up cherries in pokie machines;
and the odd Meatloaf sighting isn’t technically, geographically in Vegas. Apparently, the city of Las Vegas goes as far south
as Sahara Avenue, but The Strip passes through two unincorporated townships:
Winchester and Paradise.
It seems Sin City is just another great example of a brand that made up its own rules.
And the moral of the story: fun is where you make it. Or
something. And, as Katherine Hepburn said, “If you obey all the rules you miss
all the fun.” Amen sista.
Speaking of fun:
