Yet I can say with certainty I hate Las Vegas. It's totally not for me. I'm not even enchanted by all the glitz and glitter. As a matter of fact all that shit makes me want to poke my eye out with a pencil.
Where is the only place you can find people sooo excited to get their photo taken in front of a fake waterfall?? Or a mini Eiffel tower??? Or a lit up pyramid???? (Of all these the pyramid is the closest to the real thing. In Cairo they light it up at night, it sits right at the edge of a crowded metropolis and it's in the middle of the desert...)
And yet guess where I get to go at least once a year for work.
Yup. Vegas.
At least the Rodeo National Championships are in town while I'm here so I get to stare at lots-o-cowboys. I'm guessing Ty Murray is here so there's a good bet Jewel is around too. Too bad Vegas is such a big town....
On the sex front (not mine! The hotel neighbors.) seems there was a little action around 11:30pm last night but it didn't last long. Still the stupid porn screaming but not nearly as loud. I'm convinced a hooker's rented the room (did I mention I'm on the concierge level??). Must be a high priced "escort"... I'm surprised so early...Sunday's must be slow.
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