I didn't realize I was even doing it. But the stress of the constant sensory overstimulation must have gotten to me worse than I had thought.
No wonder, really. Despite my best efforts to find a calm place, I was always in a spot where three or four different kinds of music or noise converged, sucking in the smoke of a thousand cigarettes, barraged by flashing lights and spinning things and chrome and...it was all too much for my tiny sensitive brain.
Places like Vegas make me realize what a fainting lily I am. I just don't do well with too much of anything. Thus my severe lack of children.
It's not that I didn't enjoy it. It is like a big playground of the subconscious, everything adults try to keep hidden out on parade for everyone to see. And there are some really, really good restaurants. My vote goes to Mon Ami Gabi at the Paris casino (just look for the Eiffel Tower). You can sit there with your biftec and pommes frites and moules mariniere and little glass of good French wine and watch the Bellagio fountains do their amazing stuff (and I mean Amazing with a capital A). Life could be worse.
But I don't think I'm ever going back. It's cool, but not cool enough for me to put up with the brain-fry.
In Vegas, you don't really choose a hotel as much as a theme destination. We stayed at the Luxor - an Ancient Egypt-themed place in the shape of a pyramid. We kept waiting to feel the magic pyramid power, but mostly we felt lost. The car park is somewhere about a mile from the rooms. If you can find it.
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