I liked Vegas in the days of its mid-century vibe and kitsch, and the other-worldly escape from everything, but my good memories of that are from a few times in the 1970s and just a couple of times in the early 1980s. The last time I was there was in the early 1990s, when it had begun to transform into the oversized Disneyfied thing it is now. At this point I have little desire to return, since I would probably find the last remnants of what I enjoyed about it obliterated.
I only ever wandered around playing penny-nickel-dime slots, denominations that probably don't even exist anymore except in the most outlying areas, and I loved eating at the then-cheap 24-hour buffets. And I only ever saw two shows there: Don Rickles at the Riveria in the early '70s, and a corporate-sponsored Siegried & Roy show on that last visit. Okay, pretty tigers and all, but a waste of my evening. And of course we all know how that eventually turned out.

Fortunately, DR Laura's tackiness and carpets still live, there and elsewhere. Those make me happy, too.