Las Vegas, or USA Upside The Head

I’m on my way to Las Vegas for a non-work related trip for the first time in a few years. If you have never been to Las Vegas, you should go at least once. It is like somebody took America, dropped it in a blender, added lots of alcohol (and I think legal cannabis now?) and dropped the resulting smoothie in the middle of the desert.

For a few years a while back, I was going out there five times a year. Moving to a city with an airport that no longer has cheap flights there has slowed down my visits. Like an intriguing, yet off kilter ex-girlfriend, I would alternate between feelings of buying an engagement ring or faking my own death to start over. I had become not really burned out on it but used to it, so I am looking forward to seeing it again from a tourist’s eyes.

I am a terrible gambler. Not terrible in a “just one more hand” kind of way, but in an “I am not good at it way.” I once split aces at blackjack and got a face card on each and PUSHED. I am a lucky person in so many other ways in my life that actually expecting to get some luck gambling would be unpardonable hubris. I still do it, but don’t get too crazy. Las Vegas has a lot going on there besides “gaming” as the casinos insist on calling it, but I will not lie to you, dear reader, without gambling, there is really no reason to go there. It’s in the desert. 106 Fahrenheit is still 106, even if it a dry heat. So is my oven, and I don’t vacation there.

I am a people watcher. That’s why I love airports and train stations. Las Vegas is what I like to call the Super Bowl (or World Cup to my international friends) of people watching. You see it all there and then some. It can be very reassuring knowing that whatever stupid thing I may accidently do there it won’t even make the top 100 list of anyone who may see it.

Now I am going to try and get some rest since I won’t be getting nearly enough for the next few days.

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