People watching
12/05/2006
I went to Vegas recently. No plans, just go and do and see what ever there was to go, do and see. Boy, I must say, I did see a lot, and that was before the plane touched down in Vegas.
There was this delightful couple sitting right by me. Different than most others on the plane; they were young, and not sequined, glittered or with anyother obvious Vegas merchandise dripping off their arms. They could have been going anywhere or no where. They were together on this trip and lost in each other's company. They seemed happy, exited to be going away. The occasional lingering kiss, a soft nibble on an earlobe, hand holding. All sweet and nice. After the beverage service however, things got a bit more steamy.
He had the tray table down and she had her hand on his knee to begin with. Her hand had a wandering eye, and moved to more and more delicate areas. He obviously was enjoying himself, and she also seemed to be liking this PDA under wraps. These old ladies a few rows up were really enjoying the show and made no bones about gawking. It was kinda fun to see these two lovers obviously getting off on being a not so discrete show on the way to sin city.
Once in Vegas, I was really overwhelmed. Everything is so over the top! Even the construction work is a facinating production. Many miles were put on my dogs before the 36 hours was up. Sauntered through all the casinos, tossed away $30.00 on the slots (in record time) and ate some crappy food. I must say, the food in Vegas was the biggest disappointment.
But the people watching; that was a blast. Older men and young girls with big hair. Trophy second wifes or ladies for hire? Beautiful women that I think may have had a random Y chromosome in their DNA, but I'm just not sure. That good. Immigrants slapping cards against their hands hoping to make even the slightest eye-contact with each passerby to hand off one of their advertisment for "Brandi" $48.00 special. Old folks on scooters nestled up to the slot machines chain smoking and drinking free booze. Fanny packs and mullets. Wedding dreses and Elvis impersonators. Get your picture taken with a real Vegas showgirl! And kids. Why would anyone take their kids to Vegas? That one is beyond me.
I love to people watch. I enjoy developing stories/lives for the people around me. Forget the shows, the gambling, the music, the dancing, let me watch unsuspecting passersby and develop a world for them and I am in heaven. Vegas is THE place to do this. It's a different reality, Vegas is. Adults act like kids; kids become adults. I swear I saw this big haired blond who had been dining at the Monte Carlo at lunching time standing outside the "Girls of Glitter Gulch" strip club on Freemont Street just some 12 hours later. And why not. It's Vegas. And she wasn't just hanging around waiting for a friend, she was "looking for a friend" if you catch my drift.
I think back to that overly amorous couple on the plane. I could paint a world for them, develop a story of their lives, but I bet I couldn't come up with anything nearly as incredible as the truth. I bet they had just as good of a time as I did. Maybe even more. Maybe.
I went to Vegas recently. No plans, just go and do and see what ever there was to go, do and see. Boy, I must say, I did see a lot, and that was before the plane touched down in Vegas.
There was this delightful couple sitting right by me. Different than most others on the plane; they were young, and not sequined, glittered or with anyother obvious Vegas merchandise dripping off their arms. They could have been going anywhere or no where. They were together on this trip and lost in each other's company. They seemed happy, exited to be going away. The occasional lingering kiss, a soft nibble on an earlobe, hand holding. All sweet and nice. After the beverage service however, things got a bit more steamy.
He had the tray table down and she had her hand on his knee to begin with. Her hand had a wandering eye, and moved to more and more delicate areas. He obviously was enjoying himself, and she also seemed to be liking this PDA under wraps. These old ladies a few rows up were really enjoying the show and made no bones about gawking. It was kinda fun to see these two lovers obviously getting off on being a not so discrete show on the way to sin city.
Once in Vegas, I was really overwhelmed. Everything is so over the top! Even the construction work is a facinating production. Many miles were put on my dogs before the 36 hours was up. Sauntered through all the casinos, tossed away $30.00 on the slots (in record time) and ate some crappy food. I must say, the food in Vegas was the biggest disappointment.
But the people watching; that was a blast. Older men and young girls with big hair. Trophy second wifes or ladies for hire? Beautiful women that I think may have had a random Y chromosome in their DNA, but I'm just not sure. That good. Immigrants slapping cards against their hands hoping to make even the slightest eye-contact with each passerby to hand off one of their advertisment for "Brandi" $48.00 special. Old folks on scooters nestled up to the slot machines chain smoking and drinking free booze. Fanny packs and mullets. Wedding dreses and Elvis impersonators. Get your picture taken with a real Vegas showgirl! And kids. Why would anyone take their kids to Vegas? That one is beyond me.
I love to people watch. I enjoy developing stories/lives for the people around me. Forget the shows, the gambling, the music, the dancing, let me watch unsuspecting passersby and develop a world for them and I am in heaven. Vegas is THE place to do this. It's a different reality, Vegas is. Adults act like kids; kids become adults. I swear I saw this big haired blond who had been dining at the Monte Carlo at lunching time standing outside the "Girls of Glitter Gulch" strip club on Freemont Street just some 12 hours later. And why not. It's Vegas. And she wasn't just hanging around waiting for a friend, she was "looking for a friend" if you catch my drift.
I think back to that overly amorous couple on the plane. I could paint a world for them, develop a story of their lives, but I bet I couldn't come up with anything nearly as incredible as the truth. I bet they had just as good of a time as I did. Maybe even more. Maybe.
posted by Angela | 21:33
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home