It’s Vegas Baby!

We have successfully survived Las Vegas. It was a really interesting trip. Sheri had a great birthday. We got to visit family and friends but something felt off. Vegas is hurting. You can see signs of it everywhere. I have never seen so many people begging for money. Homeless people were everywhere. We watched in amazement as people walked down the middle of the roads asking for money.

The streets were filthy. It was not uncommon to see drunk people passed out. There was one such person passed out on the walkway to the New York, New York hotel who actually had a beer can resting on his neck. One of the most obvious things we noticed was a lack of police presence. Back when Vegas was booming you would see them everywhere.

Although we did see a pair of officers rousting a guy dressed in a Lugi suit. This kind of pissed us off. The guy was out there trying to make a few bucks taking pictures with tourists and they made him move on. I couldn’t help but think, “Lugi is clearly causing more harm than the passed out drunk down the street.”

Sheri and I also discovered that our tolerance of cigarette smoke has dropped very low. It was bad enough that we did no gambling. We still had fun. We got to see Penn & Teller again (still the best show in Las Vegas). We love people watching and took two really long walks down the strip. Went to the absolutely fabulous Mob Museum. Had some great food and managed to not miss any exercise days.

Now it is off to Universal Studios where we will be meeting with more friends and family. We are happy to be out of Vegas and probably won’t go back for awhile. When we do we probably won’t be staying at the MGM which was truly an awful experience. Between the noisy early morning renovations, the noisy couple having sex next door (the walls are paper thin. Here’s hoping they fix that in their renovations) and the really uncomfortable bed I rarely got any sleep. Okay that isn’t totally true. I never sleep anyway and the couple having sex amused me. Still, you get the point.

About csdaley

C.S. Daley was born in California but has spent most of his life in his imagination. His first short story written in third grade, the now classic "Close Encounters of the Turd Kind," was sold to his next door neighbor for a quarter. The neighbor promptly demanded a refund. An unhealthy obsession with the writings of Neil Gaiman, Christopher Moore, and Terry Pratchett have left his mind warped and broken. He spends most of his evening swilling down coffee while tapping at a keyboard under the watchful eyes of his kittens. They are there to make sure he doesn't snap. He likes to write fantasy for adults and teens.

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