photo by me

I’ve been so tired. I haven’t wanted to go out and take pictures at all. I have gone out a little but I’m worn out. I don’t know why.

So, I’ve been sleeping most of my time that I’m not at the conference.

Monday night I fell asleep at about 8:30. I fell asleep in my clothes and woke up about an hour later, changed, then went to bed properly.

About 2 a.m., I hear a noise that made me think an airplane was crashing into the building. It had a whirring sound and was so loud that it made me jump out of bed.

I jumped.

And was shaking.

I was scared.

I was looking out the window trying to figure out what was going on. I couldn’t see anything, even under the bright lights of Las Vegas.

The next morning I turned on my old friend, NPR, the one thing I can count on to tell me what in the heck happened during the night.

Did I dream it? Was it some awful nightmare because I was in a strange place?

There was an old hotel between the Monte Carlo and the Bellagio, the Boardwalk. It was the original hotel on the Strip with a roller-coaster. It was supposed to be playing off the theme of a Santa Monica or Atlantic City Boardwalk. It was fun.

And old.

And they imploded it at 2 a.m.

2 friggin’ a.m.

And no one told us it was going to happen.

Way uncool.

But part of a my Vegas experience.