I'm back from my business trip this past week in Vegas, in which four days seemed like four months. Not sure what it is, but I have about a 26 hour time limit in that city. I'm not a gambler, I don't love the nightlife (nor do I got to boogie), and I like my cheese unprocessed.
If Dante had lived see it, he would have surely placed Las Vegas somewhere between purgatory and Hell. Vegas is basically where the past catches up with the present - multiplied times twenty. There are no washed-up people, places, or things. Not in Vegas, baby.
Submitted for your approval, some random moments and reflections on my trip to Las Vegas: