I’ve noticed for the past few months, that everywhere I look, there’s something that reminds me of Vegas. If it isn’t “special episodes” of The O.C., it’s the TV shows themselves (CSI, Las Vegas, The Casino). There are ads in magazines, there are ads online. There have even been stories (link no longer active) of MGM buying out the Mandalay Group. They even show Poker on ESPN, Celebrity Poker on Bravo, and Celebrity BlackJack on GSN! Everywhere I look, there are reminders that I really want to go back to Vegas!!!
I even have some friends willing to go for a little trip (even a friend who doesn’t particularly care to fly), but I unfortunately cannot afford it right now. I am broke-dick-dawg for a while (reasons are easily referenced via the archive links over on your right, ahem… “friend” ruins credit rating, mortgage interest rates higher, credit cards not paid off in mortgage, meaning higher monthly payments on mortgage PLUS a credit card payment… instead of having the damn card paid off, and a lower monthly mortgage payment… ugh, getting sick to my stomach STILL having to think about it and having to deal with it).
I’ve mentioned the fact that I’m dying to go back to Vegas to several people recently, because I had such a great time there last summer (even though I went with she who will no longer be mentioned).
But in true “Brian Cunningham-ain’t that just some more shit” fashion, I get hit over the head with my whole fascination with Vegas one more time. I’m walking into a drugstore, and what’s there right on the shelf in the friggin’ doorway? That week’s issue of Time Magazine with a cover story on Vegas! Enough already, I’m dying here!!! Can’t the world turn off the neon-lights-publicity of Vegas just long enough for me to get so busy at work that I won’t have the time to think about it? Is that too much to ask?
Some people have told me that I should “be careful” with the gambling, but here’s the thing: When I was in Vegas, I was there for 5 nights/6 days. And how much time did I spend gambling? Less than 3 hours. I spent approximately $250 in gambling. That’s not even close to over-doing it!
But it wasn’t the gambling that’s attempting to seductively lure me back. Oh no! I think it was the fact that everything there is larger than life. You can fly into one of the world’s top 10 busiest airports, and be in the world’s largest hotel by taking a 5 minute cab ride. And across the street is New York, New York, complete with miniature versions of the Empire States Building and the Brooklyn Bridge (and a whole roller coaster going inside and outside of the whole place). You’ve got a pyramid down the road, complete with a Sphynx. And down the road in the other direction, you’ve got the fountains of the Bellagio, a smaller Eifel Tower at Paris, a volcano at the Mirage, and it keeps going and going.
And that’s not even discussing the tremendous variety of entertainment (I’m still jonesing for another Blue Man Group visit), or the myriad of different types of restaurants.
Maybe next year I can go again… or at least I hope to go. But for now, let’s just hope that the Time Magazine cover will have a similar effect as the Sports Illustrated Curse or the Madden Cover Curse. Let Vegas just fade into the background for a little while, until I can find a way to get back there. And quit being EVERY-FUCKING-WHERE I look, OK?
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