Vegas for the 6th Time

Last month I was in Vegas for work, again, and I wrote down these thoughts near the end of my trip. I think it about sums it up.

People everywhere all the time, with children! Babies! Multiples!  Less porn card flicking on the streets than I remember. I wonder if these two things are connected. Less dinging noises overall when in the casinos—from the slot machines that is. Am I imagining that or is it a fact? Vegas needs to recycle, but I’m sure people don’t want to be bothered with real-world problems like that when in the MOST UNNATURAL PLACE ON EARTH. You only need to eat twice a day: breakfast and dinner. And eating eventually begets ennui. Flip-flops are not the best for walking. Everything is farther away than it seems. Even white women can get ashy. Eye drops are a necessity. Water is a precious resource; hey let’s waste it in a fountain that shoots off daily every half hour! Some people really don’t care what they look like in public. How do these street hawkers end up in those jobs? More people in character costumes on the streets, working for photos and tips. Spotted: Wolverine, Minion, Olaf everywhere, Elsa, showgirls, Captain America, Iron Man, scary Chewbacca. Endless flow of people means endless flow of money. The service workers look tired. Roulette is an easy game you can play for an hour. Even the old, thick cocktail waitresses have to wear boob- and ass-bearing costumes. They blatantly stick ‘le’ in front of words just so they sound French to the average person. I’m ready to go home.