Floating monte carlo heads with green eyes and other desert musings
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Every time I return to Las Vegas, I think of all the other times I’ve been here. It’s the only place in the world that makes me do the time warp. I start checking off the list. “There was that time, and that time, and oh yeah… that time.” This time I flew in from Santa Barbara, a first for me. It’s a small municipal airport. Basically a breezy little runway lined with palm trees. There’s one terminal. The building is a Spanish adobe, an architecture many buildings in Santa Barbara find themselves fashioned in.
Floating monte carlo heads with green eyes and other desert musings
Floating monte carlo heads with green eyes…
Floating monte carlo heads with green eyes and other desert musings
Every time I return to Las Vegas, I think of all the other times I’ve been here. It’s the only place in the world that makes me do the time warp. I start checking off the list. “There was that time, and that time, and oh yeah… that time.” This time I flew in from Santa Barbara, a first for me. It’s a small municipal airport. Basically a breezy little runway lined with palm trees. There’s one terminal. The building is a Spanish adobe, an architecture many buildings in Santa Barbara find themselves fashioned in.