ohsostrange's Blog

According to "Stephen Colbert's Ballz for Kidz" the appeal of gambling is like that of drug addiction.  Which helps me understand it not at all, because when I take drugs like Vicodin, the only reaction I have (besides the intended dulling of pain) is constipation.

Much like losing money, I find constipation to have no entertainment value whatsoever.

So I am yet again going to Vegas just to stare at gaudy things, catch shows, and eat, while all around me people are indulging in activities in which I have no interest whatsoever. 

The entire town is BUILT around things I have no interest in.  Like getting drunk.  I can nurse a single dollar marguerita for an entire day and never finish it. 

Or gambling.  While other people are feeding their childrens' college funds into slot machines, I'm playing things like bingo for four dollars an hour.  Even when I DO gamble, it's not to try to win something- I'm in that Bingo room to drink my weight in free hot chocolate and talk to old people.  (When you luck onto one who has all his or her marbles, you can hear some good stories.)  So I don't gamble so much as spend. 

Then there are all the pervs that are in Vegas looking to get laid. Personally, I wouldn't touch a stranger's genitalia without tongs, three layers of rubber gloves, and some sort of medical necessity by way of motivation.

So…  I don't know why I like Vegas so much.  It ought to make me feel more keenly how separate I am from the rest of humanity, yet somehow it does the polar opposite.  I start to smile as soon as I step off the plane and don't stop until I've been home about a month. 

I wonder if I'll ever understand why I enjoy Las Vegas as much as I do.