I love Vegas. It's the perfect place for any insomniac. Things are open all the
time. You can get anything you want any time you want it. It's paradise. For all
it's glory, I would not suggest to any insomniac that they should live there.
There is a certain charm to having a place to visit, and one might lose the lust
for the lights. Before I even ever went to Vegas I loved it. The whole idea of a
place that's awake when I am put a smile on my face.
Happiest place on earth.
Something that might have been previously stated about Hell, but that might
have been a slight exaggeration. Vegas is filled with more fun people, more
lighs, and fare more fun things to do than Hell is.
In this fantasy land called Vegas you can wake up (or be up) at all hours of
the clock and still be able to find something to do. The casinos are ALWAYS
open, and there are ALWAYS people running around. A little drunk, sometimes, but
that adds to the fun.
In this wonder land of bright lights, one can walk around with open containers
in hand. Vodka, beer, whatever one wishes. Stumble about as you will. As long as
you start no fights and deface no property. This city wants you to be drunk.
One can wander around openly smoking a J. Granted, if you have more than said
joint and you are stopped, you go to jail. You get fined. But they are perfectly
fine with one doobie.
Girls wander around, bold. Uninhibited. Occasionally topless. They have freedom
here, and they take full advantage.
Porn is passed out in sample pamphlets while you wander the strip.
Your heart's fondest desire is at your fingertips. You can rent a lamborgini.
The famous run amuck in the same wake of grannys wearing spandex, teased hair,
showgirl makeup, and brightly colored sparkly tees.
Shops sell memoribilia of ancient stars and the classics.
Hell. Vegas has a 4 story building dedicated to M&Ms.
I remember walking the streets at one am after very very little sleep. Who can
sleep in Vegas? I think that Vegas can CREATE insomniacs. The lights make it
look as though it were daylight. I've never seen anything so pretty. I've waited
to be in vegas my whole life. Making it this sort of wonderous fantasy land in
my head.
It was far better than I could have dreamed.
There's never a lack of amusement. I need to emphasize that. Especially if
you're a people watcher. The strangest things occur in Vegas. Over-confidant
men, women becoming free, people losing their houses to casinos...
Japanese tourists are EVERYWHERE.
An all you can eat serloin dinner is 5.95. A shrimp dinner costs about 7.00.
And that's a lot of fucking shrimp. Food there is in abundance. Never do you
walk away from a meal feeling hungry. I think they want you fat, bloated, and
happy. And drunk.
They don't card anywhere you go. For anything. Unless you win at slots. And I
mean win big. No one cares. Alcohol there is cheap. You spend less money there
on booze, and get drunk faster. The drinks are very strong.
My favorite, and the place I stayed, was the Luxor. The light on top can be
seen from space. Literally. And the rest of Vegas. If I got lost all I had to do
was look for the light.
There was a limo painted like a cab.
The hotels themselves were amusment enough. I was plenty entertained walking
around through them all. Seeing the structures and architecture. One hotel often
opens up to another, so between that and the distracting lights, you have no
idea how far you've walked until you go back to your hotel. Then you hurt. Oh,
god, do you hurt. It's a good hurt, though.
In all of Vegas I was the only oddball. People followed me, took my picture,
asked for autographs, insisted to one another that I HAD to be famous.
The first night there I saw Trent Reznor.
After two days I swore we had to be home the next day, only to discover each
time I mentioned it that we still had three more to go.
Cabbies in Vegas are insane. Pure psychosis on 4 wheels. These people try to
get you everywhere in under 30 seconds. They mow down pedestrians. They don't
care. And they try to screw you out of money. These are people who should not
have a license, but somehow they get them. I think it has to do with willingness
to do 48 hour shifts. They try to win affection. Don't be fooled, they don't
really care about anything but the next pick up.
The second we landed I felt transported. A whole new world opened up for me to
play in. The fucking airport was it's own amusment park. It was filled with slot
machines. Video poker. Name it. Casino in its own right. People could literally
go to Vegas and not know of anything beyond the airport.
There are escaladors and moving sidewalks everywhere. The amound of
laziness.... no, actually it was fucking cool to happen upon a random moving
sidewalk.
I met porn stars, and they begged me to be in a movie. Porn stars aren't that
attractive in person.
Vegas is to insomniacs what Mount Olympus was to the gods.
We salute you, Vegas, and all your glory!
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