I've been to Vegas once, and I pretty much felt the same way about it. The best part of the weekend was riding in a taxicab driven by a cranky 80-year-old who reminded me of my grandfather and told us all about how much better Vegas was when the Mob ran it. I cannot adequately explain why this was awesome, but maybe you understand.

There is one, and only one, circumstance under which I'll go to Vegas again; a friend and I have plans to take a trip there as soon as he's got gainful employment again (this was the other guy from my Bridal Posse). But that's more about the company than the destination.