Sunday, September 22, 2013

Binge Sinning in Vegas

Vaping in Vegas, Getting My Sin On

(Note from Vita: Listen to Katy Perry: "Waking Up in Vegas" when you read this blog.)

In Vegas, sinning is what it’s all about: it’s why people come here; it’s the very purpose of this city.

Whether your preferred sin is gambling, drinking, sex – or all of the above – there’s no place like Vegas to stoop to new levels of debauchery.

Las Vegas - the city that never sleeps, because people are too busy "binge sinning."
People flock here from all over the world to “sin” in Vegas, because what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.

In the city that never sleeps, people get their sin on until the wee hours of the morning, most of them pulling on their favorite one-arm bandit, hoping to hit the jackpot that will assuage their guilt and give them a great story to bring to their friends back home who weren’t lucky enough to join them. Of course, gambling stories are just another version of fishing stories. You only hear about the "big" one.

"Luck” has another whole meaning for men who may not get lucky often enough back home, and Vegas is full of Girls! Girls! Girls! who can be easily had for about the price of a steak dinner and bottle of wine at one of Vegas’ many lavish restaurants.

I love cocktails that come super-sized!
And the ubiquitous, free-flowing cocktails – which you can carry around with you up and down Las Vegas Blvd. in huge, brightly colored plastic flutes, help to lubricate and fuel the lust for more, More, MORE!  

All of this sinning strikes me as “binge sinning” – a sinning rampage that’s confined to the Sin City.

Perhaps the good people who come to Vegas are over-compensating for their lives back home, where they're good, solid, responsible citizens, dutifully paying their mortgages, flossing their teeth and driving their kids to daycare. 

As a vamp, I don’t believe in “binge sinning.”

I mean, why confine your sinning to a vacation or long weekend when you have to cram it all into a short period of time?

I believe in spreading my sins out: sinning on a regular basis. That way, I’m less likely to “binge sin,” when I sin so much, the night becomes a total blur, and I risk getting hitched to some good-looking dude in nice duds who bought me cocktails and helped me tear up the town.

And when I spread my sins out, I can find time in between to pay penance and atone for my dissolute digressions. (I was raised Catholic. Can you tell?)

I just work sinning into my weekly routine: Work Mon. through Wed., sin on Wed. night, work on Thurs. and Fri., sin on Fri. night, volunteer on Sat., sin again on Sat. night and atone for my sins on Sun. ("...That saved a wretch like me...").

Smoking is for tramps.
Vaping is for vamps!
It’s a perfectly balanced sinning schedule that works for this Vaping Vamp.

Of course, one sin that I've vowed NEVER to repeat is smoking. Smoking's a sin that's no longer in vogue, because it's dirty and trashy. Vaping is not only healthier -- it's sexier! And vampier!

So you want to hear what happened to me this time in Vegas? I must admit: I did get a little extra sinning in.

But you’ll have to wait until next week. I’m getting up the courage to confess all. . .

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