Many I speak to have mixed feelings about Las Vegas. It has a reputation for being up to no good. The very whisper that you’re Vegas-bound attracts everything from sly looks that say “I know what HE’S up to” to finger wags that warn “Don’t bring home any diseases.”

Home of the stag party, the quickie wedding, the quickie divorce, and well, the quickie, there’s some truth in Las Vegas’ moniker “Sin City.” It’s a town where fantasy becomes reality, if only for an alcohol-fueled long weekend.

Vegas may not have invented the party weekend, but it has certainly perfected it.

And what’s wrong with that? It’s okay to let your hair down every once in a while, as long as it goes back up again Monday morning I suppose.

You only live once, right? (Unless you’re Buddhist, then you keep getting to do it over again until you get it right.) The thing is, some folks don’t do much living at all. Going from work to home to work to home, they never get around to a proper “unwinding” — they’re stuck in “winding” mode far too much, for far too long.

The Richard Petty Driving Experience, Las Vegas Motor Speedway

Enter Las Vegas. The perfect recharge that our batteries all too often don’t get enough of. It’s also quickly becoming “Bucket List Central.” As casino profits wane, Vegas looks to new revenue streams, and it seems to have found a great one in the adrenaline business. Where else can you drive a race car, see a circus, swim with sharks, drive a bulldozer, fly with a fighter pilot and fire a machine gun… all in the same day? It’s Vegas baby.

In the hunt for some back-up to my ‘Vegas makes you feel alive” assertion, I found it in an unlikely source — the dead. Specifically, Brandon Lee’s tombstone in Seattle. Son of famed martial arts film star Bruce Lee, and an acclaimed actor in his own right, Brandon was accidentally killed by a gunshot while filming The Crow in 1993.

Take a look at his inscription:

That’s the new Vegas for you — it’s aiming to be that inexhaustible well.