States: 2 - California & Nevada
Tolls: None!
Highway Patrol: None!
Leaving California was all about funny signs. I love funny signs and street names. On the first leg of my roadtrip I came across "The Gateway to Space," where the first street in this future-sounding world was "Camelot." But neither of those signs prepared me for the street with the still unknown pronunciation, "Zzyzx Street."
Vegas. Normally my trips to Vegas include late nights/early mornings and dance clubs. This trip was more about people watching and trying to navigate the maze that is Las Vegas Boulevard.
I decided to walk about 2 miles from my hotel to The Palazzo to see my cousin's mechanical design and construction work. But I didn't realize that to walk the 2 miles would require me to walk through the lobbies, casino floors and shopping districts of three casinos, where I noticed an abundance of 3 new - and distinct - types of groups enjoying the pleasures of Vegas, since my last foray to Vegas a few years back:
1. The Jersey Shore has been transported to the Mojave Desert. Not sure when GTL became something to aspire to, but it has. I only saw one Snooki, but there were lots of Situations and DJ Pauley Ds.
2. Matching Girl Groups. Whether it be white shirts and blue jeans (the same designer with bedazzled rear pockets), sequined tank dresses or black mini dresses, apparently when 3 or more women go out in Vegas there is some unspoken dress code that they must each dress alike. I'm thinking this done to confuse men.
3. Women who don't know how to walk in heels feel they must wear 6 inch heels. It is almost as painful to watch as it is for them to walk. Almost.
After my hours of people of watching, I mean, current cultural anthropological studying, I headed back to my suite where I practically swam in my jacuzzi tub.
Next destination: Grand Junction, Colorado
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