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.

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