|I've been told by a few people that this post is a little "weird", "out of character", "too personal", or "emo", so I thought I'd throw this disclaimer on it. If you like your posts normal, in character, impersonal, and whatever-the-opposite-of-emo-is, it's probably best to skip this one.|
Dear Las Vegas,
I like you. People who know me are sometimes surprised by this, but I do. I recognize that you have so much more to offer than getting drunk and spending too much money. Every time I visit, I learn new and exciting things that make me appreciate you more. When people try to put you down, I stick up for you. I remind them of all the free entertainment, outdoor opportunities, and visual excitement there is to see. I point out that by having excesses concentrated and sharable, it allows people to avoid excesses at home. I point out what a genuine feat of engineering, art, and marketing it is that you even exist. I'm really one of your biggest fans.
But there is something I have to get off my chest. Despite your many facets of entertainment, history, culture, and interest, there is just one thing that I can think about when I visit you. It's not money (although I do catch myself occasionally thinking about what it would be like if I were to take home that over-sized novelty check). It's not the shows either. Whenever I visit, see a movie or tv show set upon your glamorous streets, or even hear someone mention you, I think of her. I'm convinced I see her two rows over in the grocery store shopping for coffee. Wasn't that her car that just cruised by as I wait to cross the strip? This park totally seems like the type of place she might come to hang out, Yeah, I know there are millions of people roaming around at any given time, so the chances of an encounter are slim, but still. And not that I even want an encounter, I think, maybe. I just can't help but have such thoughts fill my head.
There. Now that I've said it I feel a lot better. What do I expect you to do about it? Not much. I mean, if you see her, maybe tell her I say hello or something. No biggie. I guess I just needed you to know.
Anyway, I gotta run. I'm trying to catch as many free shows over at Circus Circus as I can. If I learn something, I can write off this trip as a tax deduction. Thanks for being so cool.
|Friday January 1 2010||File under: open letter|
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|on Sat 02nd Jan, 2010 04:40 pm PST Ryan said: |
OME:The complete opposite of an "Emo" person. They are extemely optimistic and happy. Instead of killing themselves they enjoy killing others. They are popular for their conservative looks and will do anything to conform. They listen to emotionless music un-emotionally and enjoy playing up-to date video-game consoles. Other hobbies include having fun, hanging out with friends, meeting new people, having a sun shiny day!I thought the post was really well written and from the heart.
on Sun 03rd Jan, 2010 08:31 pm PST Amanda said:
I like it.
on Mon 11th Jan, 2010 06:56 am PST rus said:
incredibly terrific prose and sentiment IŽd say
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