I'll be there in a couple of weeks and I'm sorry we couldn't be there at the same time to exchange observations, even electronically, at remove.
A few Vegas experiences I have found worthwhile: the atomic testing museum. The neon boneyard. The unlisted steak special at the Super 8, if it's still there.
Downtown is my favorite, where the ceilings are low and the limits are lower and you can throw dice next to a guy who honest-to-god is praying for a hard six so he can buy the bus ticket that gets him the hell out of Vegas.
The pool at the Plaza at the end of Freemont Street is a favorite. It's a big rectangular pool. Totally unpretentious. Nice view.
Mostly, I go to Vegas to be overstimulated and forget, for a few seconds, that the world exists. And, I like math. I like doing the odds in my head and understanding how badly Vegas fleeces people without them ever knowing.
Lake Mead now looks like my toilet when I shut it off for a year and all the water evaporates from it.
I don't know how much longer Vegas can exist. Smoke em if you got em.
The Springs Preserve is lovely. Honestly, an American version of the Alhambra Palace in Granada, Spain. It’s the nicest thing in Vegas and, yes, you can just sit under a cactus relaxing and listening to the wind.
Everything else, I agree with you completely. Vegas was the grimmest part of any of my trips to America and probably the least sexy place I’ve ever been.
If I never go again, I will not feel deprived. The under belly of society all in one convenient location. Fake this and that. A taxi cab driver threw my tip back at me because he said it wasn't enough (never once has that happened to me in New York). I did like Wynn lobby and Cirque du Soleil, but not enough to balance out the rest of the God-awfulness.
I'll be there in a couple of weeks and I'm sorry we couldn't be there at the same time to exchange observations, even electronically, at remove.
A few Vegas experiences I have found worthwhile: the atomic testing museum. The neon boneyard. The unlisted steak special at the Super 8, if it's still there.
Downtown is my favorite, where the ceilings are low and the limits are lower and you can throw dice next to a guy who honest-to-god is praying for a hard six so he can buy the bus ticket that gets him the hell out of Vegas.
The pool at the Plaza at the end of Freemont Street is a favorite. It's a big rectangular pool. Totally unpretentious. Nice view.
Mostly, I go to Vegas to be overstimulated and forget, for a few seconds, that the world exists. And, I like math. I like doing the odds in my head and understanding how badly Vegas fleeces people without them ever knowing.
Lake Mead now looks like my toilet when I shut it off for a year and all the water evaporates from it.
I don't know how much longer Vegas can exist. Smoke em if you got em.
The Springs Preserve is lovely. Honestly, an American version of the Alhambra Palace in Granada, Spain. It’s the nicest thing in Vegas and, yes, you can just sit under a cactus relaxing and listening to the wind.
Everything else, I agree with you completely. Vegas was the grimmest part of any of my trips to America and probably the least sexy place I’ve ever been.
If I never go again, I will not feel deprived. The under belly of society all in one convenient location. Fake this and that. A taxi cab driver threw my tip back at me because he said it wasn't enough (never once has that happened to me in New York). I did like Wynn lobby and Cirque du Soleil, but not enough to balance out the rest of the God-awfulness.