10pm Vision Bar Nightclub
We take Chris’ winnings to the nightclub. On Cirque Saturdays they actually hire circus performers here, and the place turns into what literary types often describe as a “fever dream,” though why you’d need to be running a 102 temperature to fantasize about being in a nightclub with an aerialist contorting over your head is anybody’s guess.
This is Friday, but even without the performers there’s plenty of entertainment to be had. Circular is the name of the game here: circular bar, circular banquettes, and, most impressively, circular steel lights that look like alien technology preparing to suck you into some other, dazzlingly violet spacetime dimension.
Drinks are just four bucks, and that alone makes the room feel like another dimension, far away from New York -- you could come here to go out, get a room for the night, and still save money over a big night in the Big Apple. We feel like kings, or at least foreigners with a favorable exchange rate.
The crowd is all dress shirts and tight skirts (a good thing, as a nightclub is no place for plaid or joggers or culottes). While I wait for my gin and tonic (everybody needs a signature drink, right?), a girl named Meagan starts chatting me up. She's a nurse, and has lived in Bethlehem all her life. It’s a pretty cool contrast, being in a fabulous resort-casino and a locals’ hangout simultaneously. When I tell her I’m here to write an article, she asks for whom and I tell her. Her face scrunches up with disbelief, and she says something like “Yeah right” before walking off. I’m not sure if she thinks Thrillist is so important that I couldn’t possibly write for them, or that I’m just not a writer at all.
In any event, it's not the worst thing in the world when someone doesn't believe you're a writer -- like, maybe I don’t look nerdy? For once? So…thanks, Meagan!
Since it was our last hurrah, we stay up ‘til an indeterminate hour, getting as much as we can out of this wild, affordable nightlife. In that spirit, we may have even thrown our sunglasses back on.
We're not telling!