Detox

Hi everybody. I made it back from Vegas in one piece and somehow avoided the poorhouse. I’m wiped out from the flight home and my body has to detox from the all smoke, booze, neon, noise, and humanity I subjected it too. As soon as I catch up on some work i’ll write a few tales about the experience. Now all I want to do is sleep in my own bed and never hear the words, “Hey pal, you want to go to strip club?” ever again.


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Detox — 18 Comments

  1. Meh, always reminds me of whenever I go on 14 days straight of work. Never can afford to go on vacation with all the spending I do on extraneous shit. ;-(

  2. I wasn’t offered a strip club, but I was astonished by all the people on the Strip passing out cards with pictures of prostitutes on them. I was walking with my wife, and they were still trying to hand them off to me. I saw men with children being offered them as well. And they even had truck driving up and down the strip with large pictures advertising the services. Ugh, too much!!

  3. Every time we leave Vegas we say “it’s back to reality.” It’s not called Sin City for no reason! Love it, but only for about 3 days.

  4. Glad you made it back in one piece; I’m still working on that. About half way through my flights home from Vegas (there are never any directs when you live in Alaska, in fact they are liable to force you to spend the night at Seattle, yay!). Didn’t even have to encounter the strip this time – spent the week camping and hiking.

  5. Ah, Vegas. It’s just so magical, isn’t it?

    Every time I fly in to Vegas I think ‘Does this place really exist?’, and then after you pass the 3-day barrier when it stops being a novelty, all you want to do is get the hell out of there.

  6. I am glad you made it home in one piece and are able to decompress. I was just there this weekend with my husband and 2 days is more than enough for me.

  7. That’s all we ask from everyone. Three days where we can entertain, feed, and amaze you, before the luster is gone. Oh yeah! and your money too!

  8. The “Three Day Barrier” is a real and palpable boundary in Las Vegas! If you’re out there for more than three days I suggest you go out to Red Rock, Hoover Dam, or drive over to the Grand Canyon. Otherwise you’ll go nuts.

  9. My husband and I do a six day trip normally. Just sleep if you’re tired, eat when you’re hungry. Vegas is always open. Leaves plenty of time for a night downtown, and portion out each part of the strip and a few days if one casino has a better vibe going on on that particular trip.

    Take the stripper cards, they’re just scantily clad women, with appropriate covering stars. We’ve all seen a naked woman, not that big of a deal. We keep a collection spanning several years, it’s funny

  10. Vegas…excess of excess. The place in the US where anything, and I mean ANYTHING, is available or possible within the limits of current technology, all for a price commensurate with demand.

    Clark County is one of the counties in Nevada where prostitution is actually illegal. The Nevada equivalent of a ‘dry’ county! Gambling isn’t sin in Nevada, it’s capitalism.

    I hope you got in some great interviews and are enjoying your detox session!

  11. I am glad you made it home in one piece! I have never been to Vegas, I am an anomaly, I know. I love your blog. I have been reading your archives and they are great!

  12. yea, the card guys are a bit pushy; i enjoyed the bus wraps tho, they are adverts for the different shows in the different casinos. I made it 5 days but we didnt stay on the strip, so that might have had something to do with the extra days! *lol* just recently i went thru my vacations pics of that trip and i have easily twice as many of the grand canyon than i do of the strip. can you tell my grandpa was a geologist?

  13. My sister once told one of those guys handing out cards, “If I want to see a pair of tits I’ll just go back to my room and lift up my shirt. If I want to see someone else’s I’ll ask YOU for a card, you’re on every fucking corner of this town. Can’t a person drink a god-damn beer in peace on the street in Vegas.”
    Drinking out in the open in Vegas is the best. Drinking out in the open in Vegas with my older sister – Priceless.
    When a beggar asked us for spare change my mother asked him, “Are you going to spend this on beer?”
    “I’m not gonna lie to ya. Yes, Ma’am, I am.”
    “Here’s ten for telling me the truth.”
    Vegas Baby!

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