Sunshine Day It's amazing what a little sunshine *an do for people who have seen noth- ing but gray skies for several months. People who usually can't go anywhere without their planners all of a sudden forget what day it is when the sun touches their skin. Suddenly plans go flying out the window and we start living in the moment. This is exactly what happened to those of us I wrote about a couple C eeks ago who traveled to Key West to osailing. When I wrote the first col- 1~AciV (And on a student budget, you can't have either) umn, my excitement and anticipation bubbled over into everything I did. I spent hours imagining what fun I was oing to have on our journey. These, visions got me through some difficult times and a helluva lot of work. It shouldn't be a surprise, however, that few of those visions actually played out as I pictured them. This in no way means that we didn't have a fabulous time; it just means that is was differ- ent than expected. From minute one we were off schedule and nothing ollowed as we thought it would. But didn't make one bit of difference. As I spentaweekfilled with weather that couldn't have been more perfect andthe companionship of good friends, I felt something I don't remember ever feeling before: Complete relaxation. My watch was abandoned upon ar- rival at the Key West border. I com- pletely forgot about any papers or projects pending back here in good old Ann Arbor. My mind cleared and my body relaxed. Getting 20 people together to spend a week of communal living on a couple sailboats did not initially sound relax- ing. It sounded more like chaos mixed with frenzy. But I was pleasantly sur- prised by the result. To my amazement, 20 people, who usually plan every aspect of their lives nd work incredible hours, began to relax. We called party fouls on our- selves at the mere mention of work. It was astounding. It may even qualify for the Guinness Book. Spring Break the way we have just experienced it should definitely be made mandatory. What could be better than basking in the sun all day and partying with friends at night? If you need a recipe for relaxation, that is it. 0 The key to having had agood Spring Break was learning how to go with the flow. Suddenly someone would say something like, "Let's all go get some seafood for dinner." And the rest of us would kind of look at each other and say, "Sure." Or someone would start to walk toward the nearest happy hour bar and the rest of us would fall in line. Some even decided to head for Mardi &i ras. (Most of us felt this was going a it too far, but they had a good time and I won my bet.) Spontaneity. With the pressures of school and the responsibilities of work, it is not often that we can actually practice the art of spontaneity. If you plan on taking a vacation without this ingredient, you might as well stay home. Along with spontaneity comes ran- domness which results in some crazy *xperiences. But what good vacation doesn't have experiences which are the makings of incredible tales. You have to have something to talk about once you get backto school and are forced to face inches of snow and ice. (I would share some stories with you but all week I was threatened that if certain things ended up in my column I would regret it. That's the beauty of Aeing a reporter on vacation; there is always something to hold over your friends. Some of you should be more worried than others.) The only bad thing about having a Spring Break which is so relaxing is tha it.. he to AnA Ac thn' o f nc uh Hollywood would have us believe that Las Vegas is the land of dreams, a sparkling oasis in the middle of a vast desert where you can win and win big. From "Bugsy" to "Honey- moon in Vegas," we are all offered money, romance, sex and dozens of skydiving Elvis impersonators. Sad to say, I saw no leaping Elvi on my recent spring-break excursion into the modern land of rape and honey. My own personal Hollywood fantasy of Vegas, however, was more like a cross between "Diamonds are Forever" and "Indecent Proposal." Suave and smooth British Secret Ser- vice Agent 007, I make my way into Las Vegas in my souped-up super- sonic spymobile. Of course, in the casinos, I'm a high roller with babes on my arm, holding my thick wad (of $100 bills!) in my pocket. Falling madly in love with sweet little Plenty O'Toole, we marry in the Graceland Wedding Chapel and spend endless days painting the town red while con- tinually thwarting the plans of gay assassins Mr. Kidd and Mr. Wint. Yeah, things are great between my new wife and I until Robert Redford offers me a million dollars for one night of Plenty. I take the million and split, never seeing my true love again. C'mon, I didn't love her that much anyway. With a million bucks, you could certainly have a much more drunken, festive time than you ever will on a student budget. With such a stringent expense-to-earnings ratio, you have two choices -you can play the nickel slot machines, praying for that sur- prisingly rare triple joker, or you can collect matchbooks from the various resorts. Yep, call me Mr. High Roller if you want, but I managed to handle both. A word of advice to future High Rollers: You can drink for free all night as long as it looks like you're gambling. So, pop a nickel into the slot every time the waitress strolls by and you can repeatedly order your favorite alcoholic beverage until you're ready to party hard! Then it's time to collect the matchbooks. Of course, with a student's budget you can't get your fill of the Vegas whores. Unfortunate, because in Ve- gas. syphilis and AIDS are absolutely legal for all those who desire to call and intermingle with Bambi or Sindi or Candy. Prostitutes, however. don't mill around on the streets. Oh no. Las Vegas has a much more enticing method: Just pick up one of the hun- dreds of catalogues handed out by Gomez and Ortega (newly arrived from Mexico) every five feet along the sidewalk, select the number of your favorite girl, call the brothel, order the girl and she'll arrive dis- creetly at your hotel room within 30 minutes. No, she's not free if she arrives late. You will quickly come to learn that the phrases adult entertain- ment and adult information don't translate as Steve Lawrence and Eydie Gormet or the latest prices on rental cars. A few dollars less than prostitu- tion, gay animal trainers/illusionists Siegfried and Roy are the rulers of more dignified entertainment in Las Vegas. For 85 bucks you can catch their scintillating act - definitely out of the question for student funds. On the other end of the spectrum, $10 grants you entrance to "Rob Hanna's Salute To Rod Stewart - Da Ya Think I'm Sexy?" Mr. Hanna isn't really a impersonator or a sound-alike. After all, he's not only more sober than the Hot Rod but also sexier. If you've ever wondered if any of the musicians your parents listened to were still alive, fret no longer. They're all in Vegas. For my brief four-day visit, I had to pick from among Johnny MathisNeil Sedaka, Steve and Eydie, Engelbert Humperdinck, Tom Jones, Tony Orlando and Bobby Vinton (on the same b i1l!), Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons (looking very new wave); Wayne Newton, Keely Smith, Marilyn McCoo, Debbie Reynolds and Sam Butera. Whew! How can you pick from that herd? Only having enough money for one show, I went all out and chose "Legends In Concert," where I got more stars for less dollar. Of course, they were all imper- sonators, but you really couldn't tell ... well, except for the Hank Williams Jr.... and the Blues Brothers ... and I guess the Liberace wasn't that great (imagine a Liberac6 that's too gay) ... come to think of it, the Cher, the Sammy Davis Jr. and the Elvis weren't too hot either. But the Neil Diamond was brilliant. Actually, to divert your eyes from the impersonators, "Leg- ends" utilized scantily clad male and female dancers at every possible mo- ment, that actually did make me for- get that I just spent one month's gro- cery money on the ticket. Other fine entertainment that you won't be able to afford in Las Vegas includes "EFX," a science fiction, Broadway-style production starring Michael Crawford: "Mystere." a freakish, avante-garde dance/acrobat routine from the Cirque Du Solei the mystical David Copperfield and his overblown mirror tricks; and Andrew Lloyd Webber's "Starlight Express," the ad for which offers you a photo of three futuristic American Gladiators and the slogan "The Most Powerful Musical on Earth." Yawn. Don't you wish Copperfield could make Lloyd Webber disappear? If you're bored with the glitzy entertainers and you've already gambled away your education, you can always take in the sights and lights of the hotels and casinos. The most startling is the Luxor, a sprawl- ing, black pyramid with an ancient Egyptian-themed casino and its rooms surrounding thecasino. Reportedly. two people who lost everything jumped from the highest floor of the hotel, splattering over the casino in one final melodramatic act of vengeance. Grim,. huh? A bit older, but equally entertain- ing is Circus Circus, a circus-themed hotel/casino (duh) with a gigantic neon clown at the front doors, free circus acts under a big top, a carnival mid- way and a 17-ride amusement park. Briefly featured in the aforementioned James Bond film, "Diamonds are Forever," Circus Circus no longer at- tracts the glamorous patrons it once did and is now home for lower-class families. Circus Circus' slogan: BRING THE WHOLE FAMILY DOWN FOR A GRAND TIME! LET THE KIDS TAKE IN THE ROLLER COASTERS WHILE YOU GAMBLE THEIR FUTURES AWAY! Excalibur Hotel and Casino, de- signed as a castle, is a more recent resort attempting to reap the same family environment, offering a carni- val midway and numerous video ar- cades for the kids to fritter their own money away. The Excalibur also of- fers a dinner show called "King Arthur's Tournament," a medieval joust between knights while you dine on prime rib - "Epic Action! Mod- ern Magic! Medieval Price!" Las Vegas' largest hotel and ca- sino, the MGM Grand, features the land of Oz amusement ride and the entire cast of "The Wizard of Oz" including Toto. Caesar's Palace, the most glitzy casino offers a shopping mall and art galleries. Together, the MGM Grand and Caesar's Palace bring in close to $2 million a day. Ha! They only managed to rip me out of 100 measly bucks. Yet with all its money, Las Vegas can't cover up the fact that for all its glitz, there's an equal amount of piss, grime and crime. Oh yeah, you see the prostitution, but you also see a sur- plus of homeless people (former pa- trons of the resorts perhaps?), va- grants who offer to slice you up (no thanks, I'll pass) and a practically destitute downtown area that boasts the original casinos, now separated by more than 10 miles from the more popular resorts on "The Strip." Whereas the casinos on the strip politely steal your money, some of the downtown establishments at- tempt to viciously rape you for all you're worth (which in my case comes to about two bucks). In one instance, I was lured in by an offer to spin the giant slot machine for free. I pulled the crank and was told that I won fifteen dollars. Yes! I finally won something in this evil town! When I went to claim my prize, however, I was informed that I had "won" the opportunity to buy 15 dollars in slot coins. At that noment, I was ha- rangued to buy a drink from a wait- ress who more resembled the Wicked Witch of the West from the MGM Grand. After I was done screaming in fright, I fled the tourist trap with my funds intact. Efforts are being made to clean up the downtown area and modernize it like the rest of Las Ve- gas, but until that's accomplished there won't be as many visitors to that dark carnival. With Michigan currently contem- plating the legalization of gambling in its own dark carnival, Detroit, this trip to Las Vegas convinced me that casinos will not clean the city up- at all. Yes, the venture might bring in much needed money, but crime, slime and decadence will persist. They have in Las Vegas, and who will want to take a vacation in sunny Detroit? Well, at least the trip might be a bit more affordable to University students. ., '--::_ ' ...:..fix> " :..::.. ... ... "........ ". :: ".,