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.