This last weekend I went to Vegas with my son and my mother. My first family-Vegas trip. It was fun although I was forced to be much better behaved than I normally am in Vegas and as I posted on Facebook: Doing Vegas without cocktails is like driving into the setting sun without sunglasses, everything's a bit too bright and a little irritating. But then when you slip the shades on it's all fabulous.
But despite my inability to be sinful I did appreciate the Shark's Reef Aquarium at Mandalay Bay, the zoo and Dolphin pond at the Mirage and Cirque Du Soleil's Ka was magnificent. You can see why this city is called the Disneyland for adults. They even have rides.

Maybe if I had consumed a few Vegas cocktails this would have made sense to me but sober I can't figure out why any non-suicidal person would want to jump off a perfectly good building. It's not like the building was on fire. There was no structural problems with the building that I could see and the elevator was working just fine. And yet people just kept jumping off. My son suggested that perhaps they were just really bored but when I say I'm so bored I could jump off a building I'm joking. I've never actually been that bored.
So apparently I'm missing the appeal. Do you see it? Would you sign a waiver then allow an hourly employee (who probably isn't paid too well) to attach a cable to the back of an old jumpsuit they suited you up in and then turn around and walk off a 108-story building just for kicks and giggles?
And if so, have you ever considered medication?