A weekend in Las Vegas - gamble, drink, sex, food. You get the idea right? So when my friend's birthday comes up and the offer of a Las Vegas weekend materializes, I take it with both ends thinking that I would at least get a chance to see what Las Vegas is all about if not join in the sin!
My bottom line on Las Vegas? I did not enjoy it. Maybe because it's connected too closely to people and promises I wish to forget. Most probably because its excess is just beyond my comprehension. What I happened to notice was not the fun, extravagant, convivial side of this city, but the darker undertones behind the laser multicolored lights flashing in front of my eyes at an increasingly dizzying rate.
My experience was one of croupiers tired of their work, sinister supervisors always checking on their employees, the girl in the room next to mine crying all night. What made me most sad was seeing people gambling and drinking at 7 am desperate for a fix, eyes glazed over by years of a "love-hate" relationship with the slot machines, which like the worst of marriages continue on despite the profound resentment, but one that neither party has the courage to end.
I saw pain and not even winning 95 bucks at Black Jack made the experience in the least pleasurable. Leaving Las Vegas for sure - but would I ever go back?
Monday, February 9, 2009
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