After Wednesday night, it feels like all the days kinda mushed together in this odd miasma of neon, bloody marys, beer, second-hand smoke, pool parties, dancing, and excessive amounts of coffee with the constant hum of slot machines singing a lullaby of untold sins and wasted dreams. All too often I had the feeling like I was in Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas sans the drugs.
Viva Las Vegas is a rockabilly convention held at the Orleans hotel and casino. It’s off the strip which makes this event almost an island unto itself. To walk into the Orleans that weekend was like walking back in time. The clothes, hair, cars, dancing, music…everything was 1950’s. My good friend Wendi, who writes a blog about vintage style called Haute Rockabilly Fashionista, made sure I was appropriately dressed and coiffed for the weekend.
Of which the weekend felt like 2 weeks. It was event after event. Workshops, shopping, fashion shows, burlesque lessons, an insane amount of bands and djs, pool parties, room parties…and that doesn’t include trying to sleep and getting pretty for the day/night.
I could tell you all about the weekend but as the saying goes, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.
But I will share with you how awesome the car show was. It was like vintage car heaven. In the way back of my mind I could see teenagers making out in back seats at drive-in movie theaters, greasers racing across salt flats, and cars cruising main streets on a hot summer night. It was hot and slightly muggy on the asphalt of the parking lot but the heat of the sun was welcome in contrast to the winter of Colorado I had come from. Vintage cars of all sorts with colors ranging from flat black to neon green and junked out rat rods to pristine highly polished DeSotos. There was even an Indian motorcycle. The place was swamped with all sorts of people not just the rockabilly crowd of the convention. It was nice to see how a common love or even wonder brought so many people together. I won’t try to fake that I know anything about vintage cars. All I can say is they definitely capture my imagination and I appreciate those that work so hard to keep that part of our American history alive.