I get it, I really do, Vegas I mean.
Being married to a Californian means I understand the tradition. The attraction of having a fun weekend, driving to Vegas, blowing a pre-set amount of money, taking in show, having a ball and heading home with a sore head. In the ’50’s and ’60’s, Las Vegas was THE place to be. If you showed up at a casino door in flip-flops back then, entry would certainly have been refused. Everyone dressed well, the men sharp and the ladies, elegant.