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I was pleased to see that my skills at dealing with the kinds of things that can throw me off energetically have improved over the past year. This time last year, I was sleeping regularly through the night (which hadn’t been true in many, many years), but the stimulation of Vegas was too much for me, and I didn’t sleep a whole lot while I was there. This year, Vegas’ crazy energy affected me less; I had no real problem sleeping. That’s a hugely positive development.
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This is my third year in a row and fourth overall of traveling to Vegas for the MLK weekend tournament, and this is the sparsest I’ve seen the crowds. Usually the NFL playoffs bring people out in droves. Hypothesis: fewer people visiting Vegas is a leading indicator of trouble in the economy. People only go to Vegas when they feel they can afford to throw some money away. So if we’re in a recession by the election, well, you heard it here first.
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I’ve been to Las Vegas many, many times, and I’ve been pretty naive about just how common prostitutes are there. I can think of exactly one time that I’ve ever been approached–I guess I haven’t given off the vibe that I’m looking for that kind of thing.
Now, there’s no shortage of women in Las Vegas who dress like hookers. You see packs of drunk girls in short, short dresses and high, high heels tottering towards the nightclubs all the time. But that’s the thing: they travel in packs. No woman who isn’t working puts on that short, short dress and those high, high heels to go hang out by herself after midnight in a casino bar.
And once you start to notice those dressed-to-catch-the-eye, disinterestedly-playing-video-poker-while-sipping-a-cocktail-by-herself women, you realize they’re everywhere.
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At my age, the energetic cost of a weekend-long soccer tournament is substantial. It’s only worth it if it’s really fun.