Saturday, September 20, 2008

Vegas: Almy of the Deady

So I'm here. And it is really, really weird. It totally reminds me of Leslie Marmon Silko's "Almanac of the Dead." It's ten thirty in the morning on Saturday and I'm here till tomorrow, and i have no idea what i will do with myself all that time. I've decided slot machines are boring. Last night i got lost because Rand McNally's directions were confusing (of course) and when i stopped for gas to continue my wandering, I actually saw people hunched over slot machines in the corner of the conoco lobby. wtf? I'm about to go off and wander down the strip in the 100 degree weather. Wish me luck.

1 comment:

ᏉᎵ ᎠᏎᎩ said...

Oh, Vegas. How vile and fascinating you are. Drink lots of water!