Head Splodeys

And I didn't even get to see Wayne Newton!
Tuesday, Sept. 18, 2001 - 1:56 a.m.

Okay, now that my diary looks purdy, I can try to catch up on all the stuff I've been meaning to talk about (some of it, at least. I actually feel like I've been updating a lot more than I have, lately. Apparently I've only been updating in my head).

First, Vegas. It sucked. Everyone who whines about how awful humidity is is crazed. We walked off the plane into perfectly dry 115 degree weather & my eyes immediately shriveled up into prunes & my skin started sloughing off like a lizard.

Ok, I kid. It took a good hour or so for my skin to start sloughing off.

It wasn't just the weather that sucked. I was just not impressed by the city as a whole. I guess I just don't have the right attitude/temperment. The whole place just makes me uneasy... hugely expensive decadant hotels/casinos contrasted w/ some of the seediest dives ever. If Disney World had a slum, it would be Las Vegas.

The hotels, though... I must admit that the hotels were impressive. Our departing flight was delayed (by 12 hours. Bastards) so we spent an extra day hiking from hotel to hotel. You know how many sci fi novels are set on Mars or some other barren wasteland, where people live in little self-contained bubbles of paradise? Those are the hotels on the strip in Vegas.

We didn't get to see the Liberace museum, but NM did spring for tickets to "EFX Alive", which was a truly awful-but-fun Vegas show starring Rick Springfield (nya nya... my boss is cooler than yooouurrss). I also lost more money than I intended playing nickel & quarter slots. I am *really* happy I live in a state where you have to seriously go out of your way to gamble, because I can see myself having a problem w/ it if it were easily available. I actually caught myself doing the "well, I know I was going to stop X amount of money ago, but if I spend X more, I can win that all back..." thing.

Bad, bad scene.

Red Bull is fifty cents cheaper in the casino of the MGM Grand than it is on Bourbon Street in NOLA.

As for why we were there (it was a business trip, remember): the Magic apparel show is immense beyond comprehension. We were there for 2 full days & 2 partial days, & managed to thoroughly cover about half of one floor of one convention center, whip through the other half, & hit a handful of booths on the second floor.

There were 2 other convention centers we never even touched.

One thing's for sure: the 80's are officially back. If you haven't started to see faux punk/new wave, assymetry, stripes, checkerboards, bright colors, & plastic in your local stores, you will soon.

I'm glad to see clothing being fun again, but I do so hate it when people dress like I do. One exhibitor actually called me trendy. At the time, I was wearing a floor-length kelly green skirt pinned up in front, neon pink & black stripey tights, black legwarmers, combat boots, a black bondage belt, a neon pink & black stripey cap-sleeve spandex crop top, a kelly green t-shirt cut down to a tank top w/ "1985" printed on it in huge neon pink letters, one short & fingerless black fishnet glove & one long black fishnet glove w/ fingers.

"Trendy". Bah.

Give a Clix, if you please.

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