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canyonwalker) wrote2024-02-13 05:16 pm
canyonwalker) wrote2024-02-13 05:16 pm
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In Vegas, at the Bellagio. I Still Hate Vegas.
Picture it: Las Vegas. The Bellagio. You're thinking of those fountains, right? The beauty. The luxury.
Now imagine that you're at the Bellagio, and you turn around 180° from that and walk away.
There's a loooong corridor leading away from it. And your room is almost at the end.
On all my trips to Vegas in recent years I've always been reminded quickly of why I hate Vegas. This one has been no exception. Crowds. Traffic. Driving 20 minutes to go 2 miles. Waiting in line another 20 minutes to check in. Having to trek through a smoky casino both ways to get to... anything. And sadly, the Bellagio's casino is smokier than others I've stayed at in the past few years. Even though nearly nobody is actually smoking, the whole place reeks of it. Years of second hand smoke piled up are already making my throat scratchy, and I'm going hoarse. After just minutes in the poisoned air.
Oh, but there's my room...
It's a fairly well sized room, if utterly dull. And the view outside is nothing special. Remember what I said above about the fountains? Yeah, here's the view from my "desk":
Hey, look, a 10-lane boulevard, a freeway, some high-voltage power lines, and... miles of concrete desert. Fabulous Las Vegas!
Well, at least that little round table I pulled over to the window to serve as my desk today is better than sitting at an ironing board.
Now imagine that you're at the Bellagio, and you turn around 180° from that and walk away.
There's a loooong corridor leading away from it. And your room is almost at the end.
On all my trips to Vegas in recent years I've always been reminded quickly of why I hate Vegas. This one has been no exception. Crowds. Traffic. Driving 20 minutes to go 2 miles. Waiting in line another 20 minutes to check in. Having to trek through a smoky casino both ways to get to... anything. And sadly, the Bellagio's casino is smokier than others I've stayed at in the past few years. Even though nearly nobody is actually smoking, the whole place reeks of it. Years of second hand smoke piled up are already making my throat scratchy, and I'm going hoarse. After just minutes in the poisoned air.
Oh, but there's my room...
It's a fairly well sized room, if utterly dull. And the view outside is nothing special. Remember what I said above about the fountains? Yeah, here's the view from my "desk":
Hey, look, a 10-lane boulevard, a freeway, some high-voltage power lines, and... miles of concrete desert. Fabulous Las Vegas!
Well, at least that little round table I pulled over to the window to serve as my desk today is better than sitting at an ironing board.