I think I'm going to make a three or four day, annual break to Las Vegas mandatory. There's nothing I can put my finger on, exactly. I don't gamble at all. I'm too cheap to pay for a lot of the best things the city has to offer. Maybe that's the thing which I like about it. The city offers a glimmer of celebrity living for ordinary Janes and Joes. Although millions of people call it home, most of the people one rubs shoulders with are there on a vacation. Where are you from become the most asked question. Yet, really nobody gives a crap about what station of life you're from; it all boils down to the money, honey.
I love Vegas because it really shouldn't physically exist at all. Were it not for cheap power and water made available by engineering, nothing could exist there. Drive a few miles to the corner of the valley and cactus can't even survive. It is a testament to the quest for the fulfillment of human desire. It's the real America without all the Puritan pretense. It's no hold barred and go for broke. It's about greed, thrills, and instant gratification.
I love all that it stands for.