I just walked until my feet asked for political asylum, then hopped into a cab and came back here. Amazingly, David Siegel was not driving it.
Everything was packed, it being Saturday night…an awful lot of couples, an awful lot of alcohol consumption, even by Vegas standards. I was darn near the only one on The Strip without one of those yard-long drinks that look like some glass blower has been doing steroids. There was a major pedestrian sigalert where the pavement snakes through Harrah's Carnaval (why do they spell it that way?) Court.
Before I reached the populated areas, I was on a side street where I made eye contact with a woman who looked so much like a stereotypical hooker, I wondered if she was a police plant or something. She wasn't a bad-looking lady…or wouldn't be, I suspect, if she hadn't laid the make-up on with a trowel. I looked at her and then she looked at me and she surprised the hell out of me when she informed me that Congress had just passed the Health Care Reform bill, 220-215 with one Republican voting yes and 39 Democrats voting against.
No, I made that up. She didn't say anything. I just shook my head "no" and she shrugged like she expected it. I guess they generally expect that.
I walked through the Palazzo, the Wynn and the Encore, and I noted how the classier a hotel is, the more outta-place all those slot machines and video poker displays seem. I didn't lose any money gambling, possibly because I didn't play. Them days is behind me and I'm not entirely sure why.
It's suddenly feeling like time for bed. From Las Vegas, this is Mark Evanier saying, "Good night, Internet!"