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8/31, Las Vegas
My plan for today was to drive ten hours to Mesquite, Nevada, a locale of which I know nothing except that a Budget Inn can be found there. Sadly, lack of sleep and a late start forced me to end the day in Las Vegas, possibly the only American city that has never attracted my interest.
Resigned, I decided to make the best of it; and the best I could make of it was to drive the Strip, bottom to top. It took maybe half an hour, staring at casinos and listening to BBC World Service coverage of Governor Schwarzenegger's convention speech.
Vegas: Everything is bright. Everything is big, even when it's a miniature New York or Paris or Sphinx. It is disconcertingly warm at night, and smells vaguely like popcorn. I saw a lot of people walking around at night, which is something not all cities manage, but no one really looked happy to be there.
I passed up a possible $17 room at the Howard Johnson Las Vegas Strip, a lonely motel surrounded by a long block of Adult Superstore and XXX Movies.
Synchronicity: When I turned on my TV at the Best Western, the first thing on was an ad for Dr. Vegas, the new Rob Lowe series. When I switched to the free premium cable channel, it was airing Showgirls. The thirty seconds I saw consisted of dancing, topless dancing, and banal dialogue. Now I'm watching Governor Scwarzenegger in The Terminator.
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Resigned, I decided to make the best of it; and the best I could make of it was to drive the Strip, bottom to top. It took maybe half an hour, staring at casinos and listening to BBC World Service coverage of Governor Schwarzenegger's convention speech.
Vegas: Everything is bright. Everything is big, even when it's a miniature New York or Paris or Sphinx. It is disconcertingly warm at night, and smells vaguely like popcorn. I saw a lot of people walking around at night, which is something not all cities manage, but no one really looked happy to be there.
I passed up a possible $17 room at the Howard Johnson Las Vegas Strip, a lonely motel surrounded by a long block of Adult Superstore and XXX Movies.
Synchronicity: When I turned on my TV at the Best Western, the first thing on was an ad for Dr. Vegas, the new Rob Lowe series. When I switched to the free premium cable channel, it was airing Showgirls. The thirty seconds I saw consisted of dancing, topless dancing, and banal dialogue. Now I'm watching Governor Scwarzenegger in The Terminator.
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