Like the faux, Mary Richards, I've been around. Been around the block. I've never been to Vegas, and have no desire to do so. It's not that I'm a prude. Well, maybe a little. I wouldn't enjoy Disneyworld, either. There would be a lot of animated costume greeters lying in their sweet drool if I had to endure that place .
Anyhoo, back to decadence. Have you seen that Cosmopolitan Casino/Hotel commercial, where kitties and baby chicks and wait staff, sans pants, roam the halls? What are they trying to say? Are they aiming for the strange? Or... is it a, "We are sorry we threw that transgender out of our hotel and told her to never come back again? Which, by the way, did happen in 2011.
Yeah, yeah. I know that Vegas is a place to lose inhibitions, money and reality. To me, that is creepy, but, like Mary, I don't stray too far from the hood, although, I may like male wait staff walking around in their jockeys.
I'm reading a terrific book, 'Bento Box in the Heartland,' by Linda Furiya, a woman who grew up in Indiana, whilst being the only Asian family around for rows and rows of cornfield miles.
She writes about her growing up mostly in the writing style of drooling- comparing Asian and American fare. Really good read. Except. It makes me hungry, and wishing for a bento. That is how food should be presented. Yeah. Nobody has time these days to make creative and healthy food presentations. Too bad. Maybe American kids would eat their broccoli if it was shaped like a panda.