A Few Nights in Las Vegas
Vegas for a few nights, and this one ran top to bottom of the Strip. Started at the south end, up on Mandalay Bay's roof, where the whole boulevard lays itself out in a line — the green slab of the MGM Grand, the Luxor sign down below, the Paris tower somewhere in the middle distance, and past all of it the flat orange grid of the valley running out to nothing. From up there the Strip looks short. It is not.
Then down into it. A round at the Chandelier in the Cosmopolitan, the three-level bar wrapped inside two million crystals — Rockwell Group's idea of drinking from inside the fixture rather than under it. It's open 24 hours, which in this town is less a boast than a shrug.
Ended up outside New York-New York under the stained-glass-and-neon entryway, three of us crowded in, everyone a little loud by then.