05 April 2006 13:37
I wasn't fortunate enough to go myself, but my good friend Paul did go and has written up his report of the sessions he attended.
Maybe it's just Paul's
twisted peculiar strange different unique outlook on life, but his experiences in Las Vegas aren't quite what I would have expected.
I am not jaded. I am not cynical or wordly wise, I am easy to please
for Pete's sake but Las Vegas in that first hour was underwhelming. I
knew by the time we got to our hotel that Vegas had been
commercialised. Sure, it has always been about the money but back then
the money was dirty and the streets dirtier. 100 dollar bills were
rolled up and used properly back then, they weren't exchanged for a
quarter-pounder and 90 in change. When you couldn't pay your debts you
had to talk to Luigi or Mario, not phone the gamblers helpline and get
a three year residual loan at favourable rates. McDonalds, Dennys,
StarBucks. Commercialised by the same bland, generic-Viagra using,
Westernised globalisation mega-brands that make 100 chain outlets a