I love this dead-on description from the e-mail newsletter The Circuit by Xania Woodman, nightclub columnist for the Las Vegas Weekly, where I am on staff:

Home again, home again.... Every time I leave and return to Vegas I grow to love it even more. Except when flying into McCarran Airport on an insanely busy Sunday morning as I just did. Then it sucks. But as the plane approaches and everyone cranes their necks to see the Strip, and shares with their neighbor what plans they have for their visit, a wry smile always spreads across my face like I know some sort of secret. In a way, I do. I think to myself, "I know where you're going, what you're eating, where you're drinking, and where you're dancing." It's a privilege to be allowed into their minds this way. It's also comforting. Ah Vegas, you old so-and-so. I love ya!