Have A Wank

I spent this past weekend, in rememberance of MLK, in Las Vegas. I stand by my decision.


















I clean up real nice, honest.



















It was wicked cold, in the 30's for most of the weekend. This once lush fountain outside of The Aladdin was frozen solid.















I got really sick after being in town for a day. I spent most of the second day in bed. I stepped out early the next day to lose a bit of money on an Alien slot machine.














This was my first time in Vegas as a tourist. I am usually put off by all of the false extravagance and excessive indulgence, but for some reason I had a blast. I had the opportunity to marvel at some of the casinos. The MGM grand has caged lions in the lobby. The Venetian has canals and gondolas. The Bellagio has a Japanese tea garden. The Mandalay Bay has live sharks, and Circus Circus has a damn circus.















For my money it doesn't get any better than when the trapeze artist lost her hair extensions. As if the setting wasn't quite tacky enough, there was just this little, lifeless pile of hair resting on the stage as well.















For the initiated, the Circus Circus was the venue in Fear and Loathing Las Vegas that was least likely to forcibly remove a drunken and drug addled patron. In the film, this is the bar where Hunter Thompson's attorney, Oscar Zeta Acosta, took too much Mescaline and couldn't work out how to get off of the merry-go-round bar. Hunter Thompson's suggestion, I believe, was 'quick, like a bunny.'


















Pickle...
























I left Las Vegas a few hundred dollars poorer, a good deal sicker, but a better man because of it all, I think. That all makes very little sense, I know, but just trust me.