2002-08-26 - 11:19 p.m.
I hate this town. Vegas. I don't know, I just don't get it. It's a strange, unsavory brew of tacky seediness, over the top disneyesque tourism, and desperation. It's overwhelming to me - the sweaty, pale faced gamblers still hunched over the blackjack tables at 8 in the morning, then plump tourists buying souvenirs and having pastry at the overpriced faux - Parisian cafe, then the whole long day on my feet, amongst blaring rap music and runway shows and throngs of people, ALL day, then drinks, then dinner. Old men with combovers with plastic looking hookers on their arms, the relentlessly cheerful casino waitresses, squeezed into their little costumes, boobs propped and buttressed. Skinny young guys with baggy jeans and gelled hair, drinking watery casino drinks through their stirrers and eyeing all the women. I'm wiped out.And I can't sleep here, either. It must be the pure oxygen they pump in, to keep you alert and ready to gamble. But tonight I had a bunch of drinks at the show,and Chinese for dinner and a bath, and hopefully tonight I'll get some sleep. I have an insane day tomorrow, and a few funny stories to tell, but I'm too exhausted to see straight.
I'm going to expense this internet access (hey, I checked my email, too) so maybe tomorrow.
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