SOUVENIRS
His friends still had a hard time coming to grips with the fact that he ha selected Las Vegas as a vacation destination. It seemed an odd choice for a man who played it safe.
He was not a drinker, and definitely not a gambler, but there was something about the mecca of sin that had always fascinated him. He supposed it was the synthetic nature of it all, the lore of gangsters and gold diggers.
He had not been disappointed by the trip, not in the least. It was weird, but he had found solace in the chaos. He had loved wandering the blinking, winking casino floors. He had relished an pitied the blank eyed zombies wandering about.
He had gone to see a couple shows, glitzy extravaganzas that would have been incredibly out of place back home. He had even made a day trip out to Hoover Dam and was amazed to discover that it was far grander than he had imagined.
The one thing that really stuck out about Vegas was that it was a lot more sterile and family- oriented than he had imagined it would be.
He would definitely go back, maybe not right away, but eventually. He kept his two souvenirs on the fridge as a reminder, a bottle opener representing the Vegas of lore, and a tea strainer representing the Vegas he had experienced. It seemed like a fitting tribute to the trip.
It was also much more appropriate than a photo of a silicone stripper. He would definitely return to the city of sin, and next time, he might even drop a few dollars on roulette.
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