Entry from ELLA'S JOURNAL
All the new same places
What shall I do in this city tonight? I don't want to sit around moping like yesterday. but nothing in the magazine seems at all inviting. Sometimes Vegas seems so redundant.
There is always a new bar opening in a remodeled casino. Not a day passes I don't hear advertisements telling me about change in ownership and the new hip trend that guarantees I'll have the grandest time.
But it's always the same grimy tourists trying to buy the usual local hookers over whatever the discount liquor of the night happens to be. I want a new distraction and a man that won't break so easily.
The men. Yes, the men that come to Vegas usually leave much to be desired. Most times you have to settle for one that doesn't dress like a slob and be happy you got that much.
And the locals are worse than the tourists. Most don't have two nickels to rub together and will expect you to pay the bill. I tell you this much, if I'm paying for my own drinks...
This one local has been staring at me for hours and I've reached the end of my patience. Usually, I stay away from people with Nevada IDs, but...I'm too damned bored to restrain myself tonight.
I don't expect much and you shouldn't either unless you want to be disappointed because men have a unique ability to underwhelm you in a particularly annoying fashion. Not only will they show up late, they usually bring poor gifts and cheap flowers.
Yet, still I'm curious and wonder what your name is, sir? You look like a Ralph or Brian. Let me ask you Ralph or Brian or whatever your name really is...are you ready for an adventure?
It's still coffee time and I have all day to watch and wait. Something always happens in Vegas.
All the new same places
What shall I do in this city tonight? I don't want to sit around moping like yesterday. but nothing in the magazine seems at all inviting. Sometimes Vegas seems so redundant.
There is always a new bar opening in a remodeled casino. Not a day passes I don't hear advertisements telling me about change in ownership and the new hip trend that guarantees I'll have the grandest time.
But it's always the same grimy tourists trying to buy the usual local hookers over whatever the discount liquor of the night happens to be. I want a new distraction and a man that won't break so easily.
The men. Yes, the men that come to Vegas usually leave much to be desired. Most times you have to settle for one that doesn't dress like a slob and be happy you got that much.
And the locals are worse than the tourists. Most don't have two nickels to rub together and will expect you to pay the bill. I tell you this much, if I'm paying for my own drinks...
This one local has been staring at me for hours and I've reached the end of my patience. Usually, I stay away from people with Nevada IDs, but...I'm too damned bored to restrain myself tonight.
I don't expect much and you shouldn't either unless you want to be disappointed because men have a unique ability to underwhelm you in a particularly annoying fashion. Not only will they show up late, they usually bring poor gifts and cheap flowers.
Yet, still I'm curious and wonder what your name is, sir? You look like a Ralph or Brian. Let me ask you Ralph or Brian or whatever your name really is...are you ready for an adventure?
It's still coffee time and I have all day to watch and wait. Something always happens in Vegas.
