The way I see it, going to Vegas doesn’t have to end in a horrorshow of blood and sirens and flashing lights and horrible cramps as you try to recapture your breath while being as silent as possible so you don’t get caught by the mob button man who wants to extract revenge for that little incident at the roulette tables. It usually does, but I’m just saying it doesn’t have to.
You know, The Hangover really made it a lot harder to do Vegas jokes like that. That’s me, working harder for your enjoyment.
So. Vegas. Right.
No, what I was saying was that I try to look at time in Vegas not as a complete time and money sink, but as a vacation I’ve already bought and paid for.
This is, so I don’t end up as one of those sad stereotypical dudes who’s trying to pawn his watch so he can replace the plane trip he sold to cover his losses at the sports book. I just set aside x amount of money.
The key here is not the amount, but how I think about it. I think about it as having already paid for the weekend.Sort of like an all-inclusive vacation. One where you still have to pay for the food. And the drinks. And the room.
All right. The analogy doesn’t really hold up all that well. What do you want? I’m in Vegas. We don’t do coherent thought out here.
No, what I’m saying is I think of the money as being already spent. That is, I’d feel completely justified as the dude who paid $x for the weekend. It’s just in Vegas, I have to pay that fee over several days and some spectacularly bad bets.
Which makes it all the more fun because I’m not just signing a credit card receipt. No, I’m basically making’ it rain up in here. Only I’m holding an umbrella and the rain only falls behind the betting counter.
Still, better here than lost in the desert. What? That’s a perfectly good comparison. No? What’s a straw man?