For those of you who have been, you know Vegas is a lot of fun. But it is rather trashy. I have always known this, and embraced it. However somehow the trashy became a bit more seedy to me this time. Maybe because it was colder and therefore quieter that I noticed things that I had glossed over before?
Many of the things I forget about the place each time I leave, seemed to scream at me in technicolour.
- I forgot all the guys giving out flyers for call girls and slapping them on their hands as you pass.
- I forgot the trucks driving up and down the strip advertising said call girls.
- I forgot the amount of people who beg on the walkways between casinos making you painfully aware of how wasteful it is putting dollars in slot machines.
- I forgot what the customers in Macdonalds are like, and how many of them seem to have broken dreams.
- I forgot that homeless men and women go to the toilet in full view in the shrubbery between hotels.
- I forgot that people are drinking and smoking at 8am in the morning when you come down for a chai tea latte before the gym.
- I forgot that many people visit Vegas from parts of America I have no desire to visit.
- I forgot how much velour the women wear
So it is with the heaviest of hearts I proclaim "I am over Vegas". Maybe it is my age, or my Hyacinth Bucket tendencies, or maybe 5 trips is too much for anyone who isn't from a landlocked US state?
I was planning my 40th birthday here, but really not sure that is going to happen now. Palm Springs or Santa Barabara seems a much nicer prospect...
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