Broken Wing

Las Vegas Weekend - Day Two

I'm pretty sure I'm going to be the last guy dropped off by the airport shuttle. In fact, it is pretty clear that the driver went out of his way to not drop me off when he was near my stop, just so he could let other people off first. It's almost as if he's already figured out that he doesn't stand much of a chance of getting a tip from the guy staying at the youth hostel for $9 a night.

The hostel is located on the north end of the strip, just south of the Bail Bond District, right in the heart of the Wedding Chapel District, but quite a bit north of the Normal People in Las Vegas District. You know if it's not a nice neighborhood because most of the windows are made out of plywood. 99 out of 100 of the cars are 1984 Luminas, and the other one is a brand new Hummer. Hmm... I wonder what that guy does for a living.

Why is it that, when sharing a bed with someone in a motel room, sarcasm is the only way to communicate? No one has ever actually said, ``Hey, could you move over some? I don't have much room here.'' No, sarcasm seems to be mandatory in this situation: ``Oh, do you have enough room, your royal highness? Because there's still a 6-molecule overlap between my body and the bed, so if you'd like I'll slide over some more, go right ahead. While I'm awake, can I get you a Nutrageous bar or give you an erotic massage? Christ.'' Posted by mill1991 at January 25, 2005 11:47 AM | TrackBack