The first time I was there as an adult was 2006, I think.
I walked onto the floor of the Wynn. Everything was gold. Bright without being glaring somehow. Expertly lit to keep you awake.
No clocks. The persistent jingle-jangle of special casino music, meant to echo the sound of coins in the slots, which stretched as far as one could see. Beyond that, mirrors to create an illusion of neverending abundant greed…and pilferage, if you peered into them long enough.
I thought of the time we stopped at a Starbucks on tour and walked in the front door. We had to pass through a line of a dozen idling SUVs, queued for the drive-up window.
Those two images should be in the history books when they write the chapter on the decline of American civilization.
It’s a horrible place. I can enjoy it for exactly 36hrs. At which point I get to the airport as quickly as possible. No matter when my flight is. I’m trying to get on the next plane out.