Friday, March 12, 2010

Is This Hell?

I find myself in a room in the Excalibur Hotel on The Strip. I have been through Vegas but never "been" to Vegas. After checking in I thought I would take a stroll. The Excalibur, The Luxor and The Mandalay Bay are connected with a "mall-ish" walkway. My first reaction was the nauseating fumes of the casino areas. There is something to second hand smoke but I do not really know if it causes pathology. I observed some of the people on the slot machines. Of course there are different denominations, penny, two penny, nickle, dime, etc. Many of them were hunched over pushing a little button with their index finger. Some had a "thumb" technique. There eyes and head barely moving as they watched the display, time after time waiting to hear the bells ring.

Walking around many people had a glazed look in their eye, even at the early hour of 8 PM. Must have been the Margaritas or something, I watched a group of youngish looking women, in black clingy dresses, very short appearing to end just below the gluteal fold, with the northern reaches of their dresses extending quite south of their Adam's apple. In fact it looked like they were looking to eat the apple somewhere. And noise, man the noise was thick. Every little shop in the walkway was blaring garish music that seemed to want to hypnotize you into entering and seeing what in the world was going on in there.

There are no deals here either. I remember people talking about how cheap the food was because they would just make it back in the casinos. Not any more. Everything is Uptown now, upscale. There are no geriatric feeding buffets for $4.99 here, no everything is in the high class eating range.

I am here for a seminar on implants, dental implants that is, but there sure are a number who have had other various types I'll tell you that. Plenty of silicone and saline wandering around here. In the Field of Dreams the young Archie Graham asks, "Is this heaven?" The answer was no, it was Iowa. This place certainly isn't heaven, nor Iowa, it must be Hell. More to come on my first walk down the Strip.

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