On my last trip to Las Vegas, I learned a few things about myself and my relationship with the Las Vegas strip. First of all, every time I am in Vegas, all I can think about is leaving. Then, once I get home all I want to do is go back. The place is so carefree, yet I feel like it's always the same...kind of like same shit, different casino.
Another thing I learned is that I hate the heat. It's not like I didn't know that before, but Vegas really brings it out in me. The minute my sunglasses go on I am over it. I want to be inside the dark, falsely lit casino even though it is filled with cigarette smoke. It's a bit weird - my eyes sting and my clothes smell when I leave but I'd rather be inside in Vegas than outside...doesn't really make sense.
Thing #3: My eyes react violently to cigarette smoke but only past 1 a.m. and when I poke my eye with my mascara wand, it hurts so bad I drop to my knees. (Come to think of it, that could also have something to do with the eye stinging situation.)
Plus, I am apparently really into gambling...never done so much of it in my life. And I didn't even come home with winnings, yet I still feel like it was a good idea.
And lastly, I really like swimming when I am in the desert. It's not like I hate swimming, I would actually consider myself a big fan, but in the desert I am all about it. If I'm not doing it, I'm thinking about it. It's weird. Anyway...Vegas is a little intense. Probably would be just fine if I never returned. You know, I get it. I don't sleep, I drink a lot, my stomach hurts, I lose my voice and I come home exhausted with smoke-smelling clothes. I get it. Thanks Vegas - you are one of a kind.
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