I was in Las Vegas this weekend helping a friend who lives there with some computer related items. At least thats the excuse I use to cover up all my whorin' and gamblin'. When they first moved to Vegas they said they weren't going to gamble, and that you couldn't live in Vegas for long if you did. This seemed like a sound approach, and I praised them on their resolve. Oddly, they have started to gamble occasionally, and are not impervious to slipping a few (or many) quarters into a slot machine at the local drugstore or Seven Eleven. When prompted about this new found love of gambling, my friend related a quote from a long time Las Vegas resident he had met a few months before, "If you want to live in the desert and not gamble you move to Phoenix, not Las Vegas." You really can't argue with that kind of logic...

On a related topic, We went to see Siegfried und Roy on Saturday night. What a show: white tigers, flaming stuff, a dragon, an elephant and a boat load of dancer and or prancers in a myriad of colorful and exotic garb. There was one weird part though. Siegfried seemed really exhausted. He kind of shuffled around the stage trying to seem excited. There'd be dancers doing back flips around him, and he would kinda flop his hand forward in a half hearted attempt in being dramatic, but it really seemed like he was swatting a fly away, "Fe." For a while there I thought it was part of the show, and he would eventually die, and then they'd resurrect him born anew out of the dragon's mouth or something. Then my friend turned to me and said, "What's up with Siegfried. He looks like he's dying or sumthin'." Then they announced that this was their five thousandth and something show, and it all made complete sense. I became at least as lethargic after my first week at my current job.