A beautiful art history professor and I went to Las Vegas last weekend to get married.
We were both first time visitors to the strip, what one of our cabdrivers called "Vegas Virgins." Sin City at nighttime, with all its glitz and sparkling, artificial color, says much about the deepening maw of materialism and desire that is America, a long way from gray New York and the lives of two middle-aged, joyous day trippers who went there to get hitched.
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