I’m not here to attend a conference, nor am I here for a vacation. I’m here to hang out with a lovely young lady and get some work done during the day while she attends her conference, and then step out with her at night. This has left my schedule rather flexible, and since I refuse to pay $15/day just to use the hotel’s gym, I’ve been getting some of my exercise by wandering down Las Vegas Boulevard.
There’s something not quite rightabout the Strip on an off-season Tuesday at 9:00 a.m.. It’s got a quiet, almost eerie vibe that reminds me of the post-clean-up hush in one’s living room on Sunday morning after a big party took place there the night before, with a guest still passed out on the couch. It’s a Vegas I’ve never seen before, and it made for some great picture-taking.
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