Vegas was chosen by chance, mainly for Antelope Canyon. And to check it off the bucket list. And that checkmark was a huge success.

Thousands of people come here to soak up the atmosphere of luxury and feigned pretentiousness. Spending crazy money, hoping for more, or just showing off that you can afford it.

The streets are filled with the vibe of teenagers who have finally gotten their hands on alcohol and debauchery.

But inside the chic hotels, it's just like in Ocean's Eleven: men in obscenely expensive suits hugging their ladies in designer dresses, blowing money at the poker table. Dolls spending their cash in brand-name boutiques. And us, mesmerized by all this glitz.

But there is a little island of childlike joy—the Bellagio fountains. I couldn't take my eyes off them, my eyes were sparkling, and a happy smile never left my face. Tons of water danced rhythmically to the sounds of All that jazz, sparking universal delight.

But at dawn, the fairy tale ends, and reality hits your tipsy head.