I never actually make it into the pool in Vegas, due to a desert storm and a fabulous marble bathroom. Las Vegas is Disneyland and and a red light district rolled into one; it's entire purpose of existence is to make people spend, spend , spend, and does everything it can to make you forget space and time.

Our hotel had an oxygen bar, not so much for the trendiness of it all, but to KEEP YOU AWAKE, wheee, so you can SPEND more money.

Las Vegas is a city so full of sex and dust and holidaying rednecks and Celine Dion billboards and CASH (kerchinnng!) that I need to go back to spend a couple of days hanging out in bars, smoking cigarettes, listening to the lounge pianists, pinching the bar girls in the short skirts in the bum, imagining what it's like to be Dean Martin.

Another place in which I never made it to the pool:
The small fishing cum tourist village somewhere between LA and San Diego. Beach too close nearby.

Place in which I spent only 10 minutes in the pool, due to nightfall and chill:
The 10th floor above downtown San Francisco.

There were other pools and other places and now I'm back and it's so not very sexy or even interesting but at least I get to go to Sheffield next week...
posted by charlotte at 19:00 - comment