Why I Love Las Vegas
The cling, cling, cling of the slot machines as I exit the plane.
Sitting at a table, screaming, “Face card! Face card! Face card!” then high fiving everyone at the table when that king appears.
Going to bed at 5 am, not tired at all, but knowing I need at least an hour of sleep before the next morning’s meeting.
Splitting sixes. Getting another six. Splitting again. Winning with a 13, 15, and 8 at the blackjack table.
“Loose slots and friendly service.”
People watching.
Coming home.
