I’m packed, checked out, and have my 4 am wakeup call scheduled for my flight home to the real world. I had a final meal of a double double and a strawberry shake, and once again encountered one of the enduring culinary mysteries of our time- How can In and Out Burger have mastered the shake and the burger, yet make such terrible french fries? It’s nothing but a potato fried, and they’ve fucked it up.
As usual, I’m out of sync with the city. I’m winding down while the city is gearing up for the weekend. Lots of fresh meat with fat wallets is skipping through the lobby doors, rushing to check in and hit the town. I hope they have as much fun as I did.
The terrible news of the day, yet another fucking mass shooting of Americans, was plastered all over the television screens of the hotel restaurants as we had lunch, and no one flinched. Either they didn’t notice the television, they didn’t want to think about it WHILE HAVING THE BEST TIME OF THEIR LIVES, or, more likely, they don’t know the people and Obama is right- we’ve become numb to it all. Another odd contrast- I’m in the gambling capital of the country, but the stakes here are far less than they are in any classroom in the country on the wrong day in the NRA’s hellish nightmare that America has become. At least here, you get to choose to gamble and evaluate the risk of your bet. Out there, it’s all or nothing, and no one is a winner.
Fuck these gun humping sociopaths who keep allowing this to happen.
It’s been a good trip. Learned some things, saw some things, came to peace with some things about myself, ate some great food, made one atm withdrawal the first night and then paid cash from my winnings for everything else, and I’m going home with a couple hundred in my pocket. If I didn’t hate to travel so much, I’d do it more often. At any rate, I’m heading home to the hills and the dogs where I belong.