Las Vegas. Sin city. DisneyWorld for adults. Situated amongst top secret military testing facilities and a stone’s throw away from Art Bell’s broadcast fortress in Pahrump, the only place more unreal that this odd desert town is Hollywood. Very early tomorrow morning, I leave for Vegas. I’m seeing off a college buddy who, after a nine month interview process, finally landed a job with Shell Oil. He’ll be working in the Netherlands and making pretty fair scratch. Our party will be stationed at the Golden Nugget, but I’m sure there will be expediations to other casinos. If luck be a lady, I won’t need to sell my ass on the strip to get back to Boston.

Viva Las Vegas!

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