Viva Las Vegas

Marie, Gisele and I drove out to sin city tonight. Las Vegas completely blows my mind. This place is so unreal. The Vegas strip is a movie set. There is no plot. There are no main characters. Crowds of movie extras flock the hotel casinos, while the 105-degree-Fahrenheit streets of "Paris", "Venice", and "Brooklyn" outside are rather empty and cold. This is a mind trip. And everything seems so detached from real life, until one notices the sad/excited face of the 9pm-to-5am gambler with scrolling cherries and diamonds reflecting off her fogged up glasses...

Krassy Can Listen To It: "Viva Las Vegas" by Elvis Prestley