We were walking through the MGM and that Talking Heads song was playing and I've heard the lines about the beautiful house and the beautiful wife a hundred times before but it definitely hit me differently this time.
How did I get here?
I'd say that probably around two or three times a day it'll hit me that we're actually living in Las Vegas. It's also fair to say my wife and I are in complete shock from moving out here. The house we've rented is over ten times the square footage as was our NYC apartment. Plus our stuff hasn't arrived yet from back East so lets just say the house seems really big.
We're in the suburbs around 15 minutes away from the strip and when we go shopping at Whole Foods or Target or Petco or Home Depot or wherever it is that Americans shop these days, we really could be anywhere.
I guess the big difference between suburban Las Vegas and say Thousand Oaks, California is that there are casinos everywhere. Everywhere. Including the suburbs.
And if you don't want to hit a casino you can simply play video poker 24 hours a day basically anywhere that you shop.
This is what it looks like at 2am in Vons supermarket.
Hmmm. What's that over the shoulder of my checkout dude?
A closer look.
I peak inside of course some guy is playing.
When I pull out of our subdivision I can go to a casino whether I turn left or right.
I timed our ride home from the one to the left last night and it took us 4 minutes to get home in the car.
Clearly we're living the good life. While the rest of you break the law playing on the internet.
Meanwhile now that I've figured out how to insert links and add photos to this blog, this whole Vegas Year thing is gonna be out of control.
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