So... First impressions of Las Vegas...
Well, Dean asked me for a one word summary of the place, the best I can come up with on that score is - carbuncle.
I feel it is appropriate on both counts. Vegas is from a certain visual point of view, a glittery gemstone plonked in the Nevada desert.
It is equally true that its the pus-filled point of an infection. The one place where all that puritan repression comes spurting out in thick, hot, streams of stinky yellow goop.
Ahem. Not that I'm trying to do the place down you understand.
All I'm saying is that I walked past three drive through chapels, a dozen adult movie theatres, several strip joints (one with a swing set out the front) and a number of passed out drunk people to reach the hostel... Which is across the street from a 24 hour topless cabaret.
This is Blackpool without British reserve. In the desert, with millions and millions of dollars.
I think I like Blackpool better..
I should be taking either the 'fuck it, let's partay!' or 'Fascinated observer of the carnival of grotesquerie' here I think. But the whole place thus far is so totally alien to me that its vaguely stomach turning...
Had lunch at the Bellagio's buffet - that at least was fairly impressive. $20 for a pan-global selection of foodstuffs and gold plated cutlery. Mostly tasty, but all very strange.
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I think that's the whole point of Vegas, really.. to be so absolutely alien and surreal, that you have to imagine you're suspending belief momentarily, so that you know.. it isn't as mentally upsetting when you plunk down $20 for the "hoopiest froo froo this side of Rigel Seven" ... Or lose your house payment in a single shot on a game of chance.
Personally, i've always enjoyed Reno two hundred percent more than I ever did Vegas only because it's the same as Vegas without all the "Walking into a painting" bit.
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