Las Vegas has more than it’s fair share of nicknames.
Sin City. Gambling Capital of the World. Entertainment Capital of the World. Marriage Capital of the World. And my personal fave — Capital of Second Chances.
Not content to rest on its laurels (and perhaps suffering a hint of the greed it’s also famous for) Vegas is eagerly vying for another moniker — Bucket List Capital of the World.
If you can dream it up, there’s someone here to take your money to help make that happen.
So it’s fitting that my Manliest Month road trip started here.
One of the activities on my list was a turn in a wind tunnel with Vegas Indoor Skydiving. It’s a good way to ease yourself into full-fledged skydiving — it’s got all the adrenaline of the real thing, without the possibility of that dramatic and messy splat if things go awry. It’s a quick and easy activity too — watch a video, learn some hand signals, suit up, and jump on in. None of that bothersome parachute business to worry about either.
How did it feel? Well I’m more gangly than graceful, so if you can picture a giraffe in a tornado, that’s pretty much how I felt. (One very happy giraffe though.)
Sky Jump Las Vegas was next on the list. It’s a “controlled free-fall.” More vertical zip-line than all-out bungee jump, completing Sky Jump still means making your way up to the 108th floor of the Stratosphere and plummeting at a speed of 45 mph. The whole thing takes 18 seconds. But what a great way to spend 18 seconds.
So how does one end a day of floating above the earth? By feeling like you’re sinking beneath it under the weight of a mammoth meal.
With it’s pumping music and “in crowd” vibe, STK Las Vegas at The Cosmopolitan lives up to its tag line “Not your daddy’s steakhouse.” Specializing in smaller portions for the petite and health-conscious, there is one exception on the menu — a 34-ounce ribeye steak called “The Cowboy.” While I only managed to get through half of it (it’s a steak best designed for sharing), it’s a fine example of the earthly delights that Vegas has to offer.
Could Steak Capital of the World be far behind?
By Raymond Walsh