Vegas - Day 5
So here I am in Vegas on day five. I am ready to go home. Last night went to dinner that made me think of Roman emperors. Went to a very expensive steak place, 25 people in a private room, expensive bottles of wine, only men, randomly people would get up and say a toast, one guy made up a limerick, family style feeding so continuous plates of mixed mushrooms, garlic potatoes, steak, leg of lamb, grilled chicken, snapper, carrots, roasted peppers, spinach salad, beat salad, breads. We ate kind of late and by the time food was there I was done. I totally hit the wall. I had to leave soon after dinner was finished because I felt faint, nauseous and weak. I am still pretty sick from a cold, have only been sleeping sporadically at night and went out the night before. Plus I had not eaten anything in almost 8 hours. But I had a good sleep last night and woke up early feeling refreshed. I usually try to run and lift weights when away for business but the gym was expensive so I went for a long walk this morning up the strip.
On my walk this morning I saw about 6 hookers, people walking around in evening clothes, people walking around with beers in their hands, people sitting at the slots and poker tables and black jack tables with drinks. This is Vegas, a surreal type of town where normalcy is absent. I almost stopped to play the quarter slot machines with 10 bucks I had in my pocket, but walked past it. The draw is there. I lost money but there is a chance I could win some. I could play just the 10 bucks and maybe win 50, or a 100, or a 1,000. I could parlay 20 bucks I might win into the 5 dollar craps tables. Things like that go through your mind. That is why Vegas is so successful. While walking down the strip I do have to admit I was impressed with the buildings. NY NY, The Mirage, Paris, Excalibur, Aladdin. They are all very nice. I was impressed the way I am impressed with Disneyland. The hookers walking around were pretty funny. How do men who use those ladies actually walk through the casinos with them? They LOOK like hookers. They wear the hooker outfits. They should just stop the charade and wear wind breakers like the FBI does on raids with PROS across the back in bright yellow letters. It?s a fascinating place, this Las Vegas.