I was engaged to a man who moved to Vegas to play poker for a living. It didn’t start out that way, but anyway I was going to move there with him and marry him. I’m glad it didn’t work out. I’d have gone mad living there. I saw a scene where, in between the glitz of casino after casino, was a tiny run-down Catholic Charities building trying to do its work in that wilderness of the soul. That’d have been me. Though if I’d found others like that and embedded myself that way, I’d have probably been fine, but the marriage would have imploded.
I was there for business – the International Consumer Electronics Show. How ironic for a minimalist, yes? But I was there running our presence at the Bellagio. I did get swept up in the decadence for a day or so, but the amount of waste and everything about it is kind of nauseating. (I will admit, though, that I enjoyed our expensive hoity-toity dinner at Michael Mina to the very last bite. For a foodie with no budget for that kind of dining, it was a dream come true. My boss took me as a reward for my hard work. I ate every bite so none of it would be wasted. ;-D)
Anyway, I also suffered insomnia for about two weeks – the prep week before and the week in Vegas itself. I am catching up on my rest now.
Vegas is a very weird place to try and remember Christ. Perhaps if I’d spent more time on the street meeting people outside the insular expensive casino world. I’m glad to be home though, where things make some kind of sense. Now that the insanity of the last two weeks is over I can get back to the gym, my bible, choir and the rest. Law school preparations. I’d brought my bible but I didn’t read it very much there.
I’m still a bit out of sorts.
