THE STRIP IS BACK!

摘要

My stomach hurts. It's 7 a.m., and somehow person after person after person has persuaded me to pull an all-nighter so they can show me their little slice of Vegas- their glossy strip club, their late-night pool-cabana scene, their Studio 54, their swank ultralounge. And now, at an after-hours nightclub, the bass pumping, my eyes jolted open every few seconds by the shock of manufactured cleavage, they are offering me a beer. Not even a light beer. All I wanted was to see a nice Cirque du Soleil show, work my expense account at Le Cirque with my only famous friend, Robert Goulet, and crash at the new hotel at Mandalay Bay, where my standard room has two bathrooms and three flat-screen TVs. But New Vegas won't let me be. It needs to show me what a great time it's having, with its su-persized, sanitized, non-intimidating version of the same sins I don't want when I'm at home. I am deeply considering taking the beer so I can finally get sick and get the nurse to send me home.