I have only been to Las Vegas once since turning 21. I don't really see the draw. At least that's what I told myself, defeated, as I left the Pinball slot machine $40 lighter. 24 hours in this city seems plenty, especially after having spent the last 40 minutes choosing an outfit to wear to a club, named an adjective, offering $12 Amstels all night.
Jay and I interviewed Spamalot's production stage manager Tom Bartlett, a friend of Phil's. I was amazed by his ability to articulate his job and motivations. He spoke thoughtfully and sincerely, and I appreciated it wholeheartedly. Plus, we chilled in the Wynn for 6 hours, air-conditioning and all.
We leave tomorrow to revisit Boulder, after, what I imagine will be, a hot drive. Off to Pure and all that may entail.
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