Sunday, November 16, 2008

theatrical heinie-kicking taken to a whole new level

So, between the never ending booze and cleavage, the barfing fellow bus passengers, the line of "vendors" thrusting the calling cards of "available" women in your face as you pass by, and the guys holding up handmade "Repent NOW!" signs, the Las Vegas Strip is basically like a 24/7 Mardi Gras in the biblical town of Gomorrah. I mean, we all know this, right?

Also, after spending several hours wandering through the smoke-drenched air of various casinos in rhinestone heels you start to realize that you could fairly accurately (and more cheaply) recreate the experience by finding a dirty ashtray and licking it clean while sticking your feet in a Cuisinart and setting it to "shred."

But as far as people-watching goes, I can't imagine a much richer environment than Vegas. And also, they have stuff like this in the water and this on the ceiling. And, of course, this, which was like nothing I have ever seen.

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  1. By the way, it's not MY booze and cleavage to which I'm referring to here.

    Just thought I should clarify. I don't do either particularily well.

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