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So, I'm posting late. ARG! I have a good reason though- I spent the past three days in Las Vegas with my husband! I had never been to Vegas, and Justin had a conference, so it was a good excuse to go.
Monday was his birthday, so it was really nice to be together. We walked the strip, which was beautiful and horrific all at the same time. I felt very conflicted the whole time we were there. On the one hand, you have some beautiful buildings, interesting architecture, and people (like us) who gamble purely for entertainment, and therefore know when to stop. But then, on the other hand, you have men peddling pictures of half-naked women who more than likely aren't in the business because they want to be, homeless people who have nothing, and people who are gambling their lives away, all in hope of hitting that one jackpot. It's a really difficult position to be in. I wasn't sure how to feel, or if I could/should enjoy myself? It made me think a lot about our discussions about how one person's "play" can be so detrimental to another person- and is that then really play?
However, I did enjoy playing the penny slots. I won nothing, but only lost $10. Overall, I did enjoy being with my husband and seeing a new city.
I've only been to Vegas once. I had to do a program evaluation of Clark County schools. Spending time on the strip is so weird -- horrific and mezmerizing. What was most horrifying for me were two things, I guess: seeing little kids with there families being towed around at all hours of the night through all that craziness and all the sad, sorry people who could obviously not afford to do it, sitting and spending hour after hour on the slots. What a really weird place. It's sort of the feeling I get on Bourbon Street in New Orleans -- being mesmerized and horrified at the same time, but unable to look away. I mean really. Who cannot be both intrigued and disgusted by a shop called, "Wash the Woman of Your Choice?" Oh, the play of some Americans. Humans are a strange bunch.
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