Annie Mae NYC

Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas International's Taxi Line

After landing in Las Vegas this afternoon, I grabbed my luggage and quickly got into a taxi line that put a Dec 26, La Guardia Taxi-line to shame. During this 45-minute gift, I made these observations...

1. I have a love-hate relationship with Vegas. I love it because it's like a snow globe: a random, dream-like place that doesn't seem like it should really exist. The reasons I hate it are pretty simple and obvious, the addicts, the drunks, the smoke, the 55 year-old men who think it's completely acceptable to make disgusting remarks to girls a fraction of their age... Anyway, I think you get the point.

2. I freaking love it when a person wears a swimsuit on an airplane, especially when they aren't going to a tropical island or beach location. I think I get such a kick out of it because it's like the swimsuit wearer has a thought bubble hovering above their head saying, "I'm so freaking excited to stay at a place with a pool I'm not even going to bother checking in... I'm just going to straight to the pool... No screw that, I'm just going to get dropped off at the end of Las Vegas Blvd South and walk in my swimsuit to the hotel... I must be in the sun IMMEDIATELY!"

3. I saw a 30ish year-old woman wearing a shirt that said, "I love my boyfriend"... I just needed to share that because I'm not really sure what to do with this information.

Stay tuned for more from Sin City.

posted by Annie Mae @ 9:51 PM