In the Case of Rowdy Versus Las Vegas....

In the case of Rowdy B versus the city of Las Vegas for the crime of Total Ridiculousness the facts are as follows:

Exhibit A. It normally only takes me 4.5 hours to drive from SD to LV. The whole reason I drove was that by the time you figure in shuttles, security and the flight I would spend easily 3.5 hours in flying there, so why not just add an hour more and drive. Thus being in total control of my environment for only an additional hour of "cost" to me. Ridiculous in that it took me 8.5 hours to get there and 7.5 hours to return due to weekend traffic. No wrecks, no nothing. Just a crap load of people driving.

Exhibit B. The juxtaposition of holding a serious, learning based work activity within a casino. Ridiculous in at one minute you could be holding a discussion on patient care and you go out for a break and you're enveloped in loud music, gambling, drunks and cigarette smoke. Highly confusing and contradictory.

Exhibit C.I. Bridesmaids. If you had asked me ahead of time which group of people I would run into who would be the loudest, most raucous, filthy mouthed and aggressive I would have guessed Jersey Shore wanna-be frat boys. Not a gang of girls-next-door-gone-wild bridesmaids. I was outside the conference location when I saw a group of bridesmaids ejected, at 10am, for their behavior. Stumbling drunk. Barely clothed. Cursing up a storm. And with the bride to be wearing on a rope around her neck a life size, blow up, black (African American) sex doll. This was not a stand alone incident. Ridiculous bridesmaid's behavior.

Exhibit C.II. Other female behavior that just surprised me was seeing groups of Kardashian wanna-be's dressed in tiny bikinis and the barest of cover ups, at 720AM, just walking around. Seeing 20-something couples making out sitting at a slot machine, before 8AM. The Jessica Simpson look alike who spoke to me as if out of some Skinemax movie in the elevator. We get in the elevator together at the bottom floor, I press 3 and her 15. She says, "Oh, so you're going to 15 too?"
My reply was, "No, I'm 3. I'm going to the mezzanine."
Her again, "Oh, that's no fun. You should be going to 15 with me."
Rowdy in return says, "I'm here on work, so I'm going where I am supposed to go, sorry."
Jessica then says, "Well you'd have a loooot more fun with me."
Thank fully the 3rd floor arrived and I could get out while avoiding eye contact and again saying, "Sorry." Now, I'm suave and all, but in retrospect I'm thinking she might have been a "pro" based on the dialogue and her directness.
I mean, I did look good that day. But still..... I have zero prostitute experience so what do I know anyways......

Exhibit D, E and F. The crappiest, cheapest indoor climbing gym in the world is in LV. It was 106F out and the pool closes at 6PM? Get out! And finally for F. my hotel suite had 5 TV's. Five.

The jury is back and has the verdict. Las Vegas is 100% and totally ridiculous!!