Or rather, the highway leading to the Las Vegas strip ... yet its many lanes and ramp alone cut across the strip like the unibrow on Frankenstein's monster these days. My pedestrian cab ride was just hitting a traffic jam of California cattle as we were attempting to merge with it, grouped like a herd, a school of fishes.
Well, it has certainly been a while since I've been in Sin city, was given a holiday gift of a getaway by those who care ... and has this place changed! I haven't set foot in Vegas since the 1980s, at the latest! I actually thought it had grown so much we were on the strip that just looked like an Interstate hwy-- Heh!
And in a way, we were. Flamingo St., once such a quaint, cool drag is all gone now, as are all the once unique habits and holes that made this town what it was. What it is today does not even come close, sadly. No sir, not shown my mug in this town since I worked for Mounce, and then had to high-tail it out beyond the borders of the state of Nevada with a veritable bounty on my head. I'm assuming it expired, no made men approached me (hello), but who could tell amongst all the crowds, all the tourists.
This place is all too familiar in a way, now, like a giant amusement park. As they process you in through the cattle stalls, take the shuttles high in the sky you are assigned your little cubicle. No sliding windows here, fear of jumpers, all mass-produced and numbered in the thousands to try to eke out what stale joy you can from this rat race of a playground.
No Rat Pack here, no more! You've come along way, baby-- I just don't know where that is anymore. Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year anyway, and I think I'll go have a drink...
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