Tuesday, May 24, 2005

Last word on Vegas

My ambiguity on Las Vegas endured until my last night, when I tried to articulate my opinion to Mike, the aging hippy taxi driver who was conveying me to Ra. I was in for about half a dozen Budweisers and about that many vodka & Red Bulls, and I was sure that an elucidation of what Las Vegas is all about should include the word "contrived". Mike (who lived on Ashbury in San Francisco in 1966) put it thus:

"It's a plastic trip, man."

Thank you Mike, for expressing this truth so succinctly.

1 comment:

Robin said...

Forget the multi-billion dollar casinos, the gigawatts of neon, the hookers with Blackberrys ... the sign of the Apocalypse was when NASCAR came to Las Vegas.