Hi friends! I just got back from Las Vegas, where I spent a fun weekend with friends and even won some money! ($2.34, to be exact.)
After two days of Vegas-y action, Matt and I decided to venture off the strip for a different experience. Along the way, we stopped at this church on the strip whose services were just getting out.
On an impulse, we walked in. As soon as I smelled that church smell, I realized it had been a long time since I'd gone to church at all. After all that time, church smell is kind of comforting: a mix of air conditioner, old lady perfume and clean carpet.
I went into the alcove to light a candle for my grandmother who passed away when I was in high school--something I seem to do only when traveling. During my trip to Prague, I lit a candle for her at the epically gorgeous St Nicholas Church, where the ceilings dripped with gold. This time around, the church was much more plain but had its own sense of flair: in true Vegas fashion, traditional prayer candles were replaced with electric flames you switch on with a toggle! The alcove looked like its own Las Vegas casino sign with the rows of lit up electric candles.
The experience was a little ironic given Vegas's reputation as Sin City, but in a city of 558,880 people, there have to be a few who don't hold church down at the bar.