So I was out of town over the weekend seeing my friend K. in Las Vegas. I’ve been there more times than I can count and usually enjoy it, but always with a strange mixture of pleasure and disdain. Really, it’s the person (or people) that I’m travelling with that makes it fun (or not). The town itself can be pretty dreadful. I always have that sense when I go that there has to be more to life than this, but I keep going back for more.

I drove from L.A., and I always enjoy the drive through the desert. I was just in “Robert” mode for the trip but still had a great time. We stayed at a friend’s timeshare, and did the usual stuff – lots of walking through the casinos, people watching, eating too much, and soaking in the hot tub. I’m not much of a gambler so I only played the slots for maybe fifteen minutes tops.

I always feel sad when I say goodbye to K., and this time was no different. But it’s great to see her, and breaking up the usual routine always helps. Back to work now.

Somewhere in beautiful Barstow, CA.