What Does Happen in Vegas Anyway?

Ahhh, Vegas... Slots greet you at the airport. And the Eiffel Tower (of the gay-welcoming Paris Las Vegas Hotel) welcomes you on the Strip. Er... Bienvenue?

Greetings from Vegas, folks! Yup, I’m here for tonight’s big debut of the True Colors tour (Um yes, you’ve heard of it. On this blog. Repeatedly.), which will see Cyndi Lauper, Erasure, Debbie Harry, the Dresden Dolls, the Indigo Girls and Rosie O’Donnell (Yep, surprise! Ro’s gonna be here tonight!) all take the stage for a big rockin’ concertapalooza, emceed by Margaret Cho. Fun, eh?

More on that soon. So far… Vegas? It’s loopy! I’m staying at the tres mad Paris Las Vegas hotel, which is like the France section of Epcot on steroids (but in kind of an amazingly festive way). I checked into my room yesterday evening just in time to catch a view of the big fountain show at the Bellagio across the street, during which nine zillion gallons of water danced and shot high in the air, all choreographed to a booming soundsystem cranking Lee Greenwood’s “God Bless the U.S.A.” Ack! These colors may not run, but they do spew geyser-style in the middle of a desert.

A bit of business: The nice folks at American Airlines flew me here. They have a big gay-specific website catering to your queer flying needs. It’s rainbow-tastic! And starting in September, they’re gonna have nonstop flights to Vegas from JFK. Woot woot!

The Thunder Down Under gets down in Vegas. Eeek! These posters greet you at the airport. And these displays of "big balls" are not at all related, fyi.

Coming next, a glimpse of  last night’s rehearsal for tonight’s big True Colors kickoff. Quickly: Cyndi Lauper is still amazing, and has the pipes of a raging, rock goddess. Check back for all that.