las vegas is far from me again. impressions are changing extremely fast and i have just to say that las vegas i want to describe is just my las vegas. non-everybody's-else

i didn't know who i would go with. and in Richfield (city in central Utah) i met the group of people. somehow they made me embarrassed. Michael asked me if i had forgot anything, something else. and then my trip to lv started. through the state of Utah about 4 ours and Nevada. roads are super-beautiful and if you even don't want, you have a "question-like"-feelings if you're really in a place you've dreamed to be all all your life.

ache in neck. some jokes from me "welcome to the poor district of vegas". but actually it wasn't poor. huge home. beautiful inside

a lot of food, lovely pizza and the first walk in. walk on the street. eyes-motion was stopped by such an attractive light and token by another. and the first morally approved thing to see i met was fountain show. great to see, to listen to. to stand and watch other people. to afro-american woman singing by mouth. to jacks sparrows. turned around and saw Eiffel tower. $225. just sex at the high. smiling staff in red uniform. such a feeling you're like Kevin in home alone walking with open eyes and schocked-surprised by everything. emotion-amortization by huge wal*mart. home

next morning started with shopping. large shopping center. original levi's, DC, CK. dkny made me being mad. just pre-killed my debit. 1 hour of problem. and two 25% coupons as reimbursment of "time i have to wait until you stopped this violence on my card".

the first casino in my life. thousands of automates, roulette, poker, striptease. just like it was supposed to be. not so critical thinking yet.

entertainment center "new york new york". huge bunch of &^%$G87. and special for sokol. pass for party in "rock vegas". it made even me satisfied. no party. but. my name in 8-person guest list and pass in the valet. then m&m's world, coca cola. just to see. diet coke is ****.

and then we're two lost in NYNY. just couldn't find our group. phone is dead. couldn't use taxophone. security didn't let to give a call. just staff. and such a killing silence of other members of "non-lost" group in a car waiting for us. mind-room for thinking about my value.

Fremont street. it's necessary to see. smt like vegas's square of slava. sorry. but. rockers. and translation of their performance on the roof. old kissing couples in leather. michael jackson. whatever

one more shopping. the fashion show. maybe the biggest shopping center in. and only one swimming suite. unbelievable. looking for it for about 2 hours.

Vanition. Venice inside the building. nothing can surprise me already.

one more casino. culmination. it's sad. somehow. maliciousness.

 

good night, — said Vegas, — showing commercial, "Jessica. $99. To your room"