las vegas.
see, las vegas isn’t so bad. but in some ways that’s part of the problem with las vegas. it’s supposed to be kind of bad, isn’t it?
everytime i come here i find myself looking around for some lingering traces of the glamour and/or degeneracy that typified las vegas as it used to be.
and not to be one of the many people who complain that las vegas has become a big, middle-american strip mall, but, well, las vegas has seemingly become a big, middle-american strip mall.
maybe there’s a crazy side to las vegas that i haven’t seen. i dunno. but what i see when i come to las vegas are bored senior citizens at the slot machines, frat boys at the pool, and baby-elephants hoovering up the deep fried celery at the buffet lines.
ok, off to the airport now.
i do kind of regret that i didn’t ride the rollercoaster at new york, new york.
i like rollercoasters.
moby
