Wednesday, April 09, 2008

Vegas Bound

In a few hours, I'm headed to Vegas for some heavy-duty bonding with my fellow corporate slaves. The last four times I have been to Sin City, it has been at the behest of others - either employer or client - so it's a place that somehow finds me, not the other way around.

I can totally appreciate the random uniqueness of the place - there is no other city like it on Earth - but I got my fill long ago. There's something claustrophobic about the dark casinos with all the binging and bonging that assaults my senses. Also, I get terribly sad observing the smoking zombies sitting at the slot machines, moving only one arm for hours on end. It's like they are just killing time, waiting to die.

Still, I'll be with some pretty cool folks, an element which allows me to embrace any location. Oh, and I've brought a pretty wild disco outfit ...y'know, just in case the mood strikes.


Kath said...

Disco will kill you and all you hold dear.

Trust me on that one!

ClizBiz said...

I heartily disagree. There is a BIG shiny reflective space in my heart reserved for DISCO.

And it does not even live on the same block as the space in my heart reserved for The Sex Pistols.

What can I say? Musically-speaking, my heart is a big place.

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