Yesterday my mother arrived in Vegas, and today I said goodbye to Heidi and my sister.
Vegas is simply a cluster-fuck. Perhaps literally. Everything is fake. I mean, I saw lots of fake things. Obviously fake.
I just don't understand gambling with games of chance at all. My idea of gambling on a game of chance is a one-shot deal. I bet $1,000 with the 1 in 2,000 chance of winning $1,000,000. I know if I did this 1,000 times, the odds of coming out ahead are small, and the odds of losing a million dollars is much higher than that. But if I did this only one time, sure I'd most likely lose $1,000, but, hey, I still have a decent chance of becoming a millionaire.
Of course, going to a casino is like doing this 1,000 times. There's really no way to win, unless you stop as soon as you've won significantly. But instead, you won't stop when you're ahead, instead you'll stop when you have a plane to catch.
Also, why is sitting in front of a slot machine so much fun?
Now Poker...Poker I understand because it's a game of skill, but, only if you're good at it. Most people aren't, yet they play anyway. I guess, though, it has to be this way. *Some people* have to lose, and so I guess they will always be considered the ones who are not good at it.
I didn't gamble one cent while I was in Vegas. I didn't see a show. And I didn't do anything that is supposed to be "left in Vegas."
I really don't like Vegas.
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My mother and I went to Grand Canyon West where we went on the sky bridge. It was pretty cool, but it's really not ready for prime-time. Still, the views were very good. I'd never seen the Grand Canyon before, except one time when it was fogged in, so that doesn't really count. We drove on old route 66 in Arizona and ended up in Sedona.
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Seriously, I'm having real trouble uploading images and gps tracks. Sigh.
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