Vegas baby...
I loved San Francisco. Beautiful city, nice climate, old charming architecture, heritage, culture.
Las Vegas was interesting - for one night. Once youve seen the excesses which the gambling industry has been able to lavish on its premises, there's not that much else to it. The eiffel tower, sphinx and pyramids in the Nevada desert.. big lights, showgirls, prostitution.
I stayed in a shabby motel downtown @ $30 dollars a night.
On the first night, i enthusiastically exchanged $40 for chips at the Blackjack table, and then lost the lot in the space of 15 minutes. I reflected i could have used the money on much more decent causes so i refrained from gambling for the rest of my stay here - which kind of defeats the purpose of a trip to Vegas really. I spent the rest of the time reading my books and people-watching.. really some fascinating characters, others closer to caricatures.
By the way, in a recent blog post i mentioned how Sylvia Plath committed suicide after finishing writing the Bell Jar. Well did you hear her son just killed himself as well, aged 46 ?
The watcher from the shadows
Posted by: Bennu bird | 03/24/2009 at 07:09 PM