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I do have to give Caesars credit. It is clearly trying to meet all the safety requirements, including hand-sanitizer dispensers throughout, changing utensils every hour, having attendants oversee every station – and my favorite, pointed out to me in an email by the Caesars public relations director: No eating in line! Plus, the setup is fabulously decadent and, in a city based on temptation, a perfect display of gluttony. I don’t even see potato salad. The big draw is the seafood, and everyone is tonging crab legs that are glistening and gleaming like they’ve been in makeup all morning. Presentation is everything in this town, and this is no doubt a five-star buffet.
But it’s still a buffet. And I would rather have Red Bull-fueled fire ants heading up my ankles than some high roller shhh-tik-tik-tiking over my turmeric grilled baby octopus with chili jam. Post-pandemic, the biggest gamble you can make in Vegas may very well be chowing at an all-you-can-eat buffet. You thrill seekers, daredevils and gluttons out there, have at it. I have other needs in this town that truly has something for everyone, even me. The buffet is not a setback; it’s a lesson. We all have our thresholds. No matter how bold we may be when we go back out into the world, we each have to do it in our own way.
I am getting into my own personal flow, but sometimes you need to ease off, find a place of tranquility. Just go down and sit in the lobby or out on the deck with a cup of coffee. There is no such place in this town. Even on a cruise ship you can wander off and find an out-of-the-way deck chair somewhere.
Then it dawns on me that the last time I was in Las Vegas, on a plane layover, I took a walk and came across a gondola with an operatic singing gondolier drifting along a waterway, just off the Strip. Just like that, I find myself as the only solo rider at the gondola departing station. The ticket taker says, “Huh.” Hey, romance doesn’t have to be with someone else; romance does not abandon the lonely. Gondoliers know that. They were all born with romance in their souls, and my guide welcomes me with an open heart.
There is a softness in being guided along in a gondola that’s unlike anything else I know. Las Vegas is swirling all around me, from the Strip to Fremont Street, but as we float into the middle of the waterway, it feels like being 10 miles from the battle lines of war. It’s out there, all the chaos, all the angst of where we’ve been and where we’re headed, but I’m in a moment of splendid isolation. Travel can be surprising that way. This experience reminds me of a line from poet and songwriter Courtney Marie Andrews that goes, “Found peace in the redwoods / Lost it 20 miles later.”
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