Today was a very sad day because it was my first day back from Las Vegas. I'm always glad to be home after a trip because it means I get to sleep in my own bed, get back into my daily routine and come home to friends and family, but somehow it feels a little different today.
Vegas is undoubtedly America's favorite (adult) playground. [And I stress adult here because nothing is a bigger annoyance than the morons who take their kids and babies to Las Vegas on vacation. Wow, thanks Mom and Dad for the worst trip ever!]
I love everything about Las Vegas - the sounds of the slot machines, the big, bright neon lights, the shows, the sex, the booze...every sin wonderfully packaged in Sin City. Even the weather is better there. It's a glimmering mirage, a true oasis. My lust for it this time was that it was the perfect escape from my fear and loathing in Minneapolis. Why come home to job searches and life examination when you can live it up in Vegas? After all, what happens in Vegas....
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