Awreye

August 16, 2006

All I'll add about my Vegas trip is:

It's very easy to lose track of time in this town. You blink and suddenly 5 hours seemed to have passed.
Walking down The Strip in Vegas is more bearable than walking down Broadway in NYC during the summer (dry heat vs. humid, pore-clogging, soul-sucking heat).
Starbucks has colonized that desert town -- they are everywhere.
Shops in the tourist areas are open until midnight much to the dismay of my wallet.
As soon as you walk into the Hooters Casino, the smell of wings clogs your nasal passages.
The desire to gamble can be satiated practically anywhere -- slot machines are found in the most unusual places (i.e. waiting rooms of McCarren Airport, the local supermarket).
Taxis are hella expensive, but walking all day can be brutal.

And a few apologies to:

And a big thanks to:

Tracy who generously showed us around her city and provided the perfect soundtrack for our vacation (no, it didn't include any indie rock, but hip-hop with uh, catchy lyrics)
Coreen who put up with my minor freak-out about time

at 5:13 PM Anonymous said...: You've captured it so well, I'm chortling here in my office with memories of foreign men trying to dance with us.

Oh, Vegas. I miss you.
at 7:03 AM Awreye said...: i felt like i said just enough to capture our trip without giving too much away. ah, pure -- I'm usually not a huge fan of superclubs, but that was a fun time. foreign men dancing -- ok, i'm shutting up now.
at 5:40 AM Meredith said...: I love Vegas!!! I'm so jealous!

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