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my shabby greek isles hotel room in las vegas was everything i needed to make my experience complete. this place stopped ticking somewhere in the 70s, i'm sure. they might have made it until 85, but that would be a stretch.

they have a rat pack tribute show and flyers advertising their nightly karaoke sessions that are simple color photo copies. and clip art. karaoke everynight except the night i was there, which they refered to as "dark wednesday."

the roomservice menu is black and white photo copy on legal size paper in a plastic cover thing. they have an excellent pool. i do not need to gamble.

salt lake city is hot and dry. when i turned the tv to hbo Big Love was starting, which i found wildly appropriate. but what i love best about this particular labor day weekend at the salt lake city sheraton city centre is that there is an adolescent roll playing convention going on. it is truly incredible. all the young boys and girls walking around in their misfit t-shirts and samurai swords. there are signs everywhere informing attendees that real weapons may not be brought into the conference, and that all large bags and weapons must be checked at the security desk. there is somebody here in an excellent optimus-prime costume. lots of glasses. lots of long stringy hair on boys that i'm sure are really good at math. there are also the roll playing sluts, which are easily identified by their short skirts and knee high socks. there aren't many, but they are here, and i tell you what, they are a gamer's wet dream, i'm sure. in the dealer's room they are selling romulade. which seems to be some kind of lemonade beverage marketed to just this kind of crowd. endless hours of entertainment and people watching. i wonder how many of these kids are mormons. i wonder if they would be disappointed if they showed up at "dark wednesday" at greek isles and found out that it just meant no singing. their parents keep dropping them off in their mini vans.

i just really feel that there wasn't a venue for this kind of thing when i was growing up. was there? if there was, i feel seriously jipped. all i had was band camp.

i am in no way trying to dis band camp. they were the best times of my life. but i just feel like there should have been more.