Michelle and I went to Las Vegas last weekend. What a strange place that was. I’ve never seen anything like it. We got in late because the whether messed up our flights. The next morning I drove her to her interview and wandered around town. We stayed on the strip, in a pyramid. Everything was gaudy, expensive and ridiculous. People walked around as if they owned the place. I’ve never seen so many women tarted up like that and guys acting like they look like Rambo. The casinos were all themed differently but they were all pretty much the same inside. They smelled like a mixture of cleaning products and cigarette smoke. Anyway, I wasn’t really impressed at all with the strip.
She stayed at the hospital were she had a job interview for 8 hours! I had most of the day to myself and I was pretty much done with the strip after a few hours. We drove out into the desert mountains outside of town. That seemed pretty interesting. I really had no idea that there were mountains out there. They were something, all right. After coming back into town, we ate at an In and Out Burger. I had heard they were good. Way better than McDonald’s and at the same price. But not as good as 5 Guys. A lot of drunk people everywhere. I can see how that would get really old after not too long of a time. I was already sick of it a few hours into the day. After dinner, we went to see Penn and Teller. That was fun. By the end of that we had to go back and go to bed because we had an early plane to catch. It seemed like it was all over before it began.
All of this leads to the point that it is a real possibility that we’d end up out there in not too long of a time. I don’t know what to think of that. I’m trying not to let my hatred for our current situation influence me too much in taking on something that I might not like just because it’s something altogether different. I don’t know what I would do for a job. I don’t know how I would deal with the desert climate. I don’t know how I would deal with living in a city primarily known for tourists coming in and making complete asses out of themselves. I understand that the cost of living is considerably lower than it is here. Other than that, I don’t know too much about the place. I keep reading about it but I don’t know if I get a really good sense of the place. To be honest, the strip was such a turn off that I’m having a hard time getting past that.
P.S. The possibility of living where snakes and scorpions are a regular thing is a little scary. On that note, here’s a song about a snake.