A lot of these photos are out of order, but I thought I’d take photos while in my coats or jackets since the weather is warming up and I won’t be needing them soon.
The second to last photo I was wearing my workout jacket with only a sports bra underneath. I did wear a jacket over that for the morning because it was cold. I got a surprising amount of compliments on this jacket, even though I wore it more or less as a “shirt” to work that day.
Seeing these photos now makes me wonder if I should have included coats more in my pics during winter. Granted, my main outfit underneath a coat is what people see the most when I’m in the office, but what about if I’m elsewhere? Wandering a shop or running general errands? Does the coat or jacket really make the outfit – The Outfit?
I was at another conference recently in Vegas. I can say with all certainty now that I will never need to plan a vacation to visit Vegas because being there for 4 days on a business trip was all I needed – ever. Vegas was never a bucket list item for me because it’s about two things: wasting money and getting drunk. I know there are other things one can do around the area, but let’s be honest – those two are really all that matters. From the women dressed in next to nothing with large peacock feathers charging people money to take photos with them, to the guy having a really bad psychedelic trip trying to attack the cab driver while slithering on the ground and then diving into the shrubs at the hotel entrance, screaming “I need the bush!” – I had quite enough thank you. (The latter event happened at 5 am as we waited for a cab the airport. Needless to say it really woke us up.)
If I had to describe Vegas in one word, I’d say it’s pollution. Noise pollution came from all the tourists and the cars and the money solicitors (women dressed as peacocks or Darth Vader or Mickey Mouse or Freddie Kruger, etc….). The slot machines rang constantly and table callers asked people to take their chances, and shop vendors aggressively called out to people in the never-ending maze of “malls” that ran in between the casinos. Light pollution came from all the signs, always lit up everywhere at all hours of the day and night as well as vehicles with large screens flashing advertising – mostly scantily clad women for various sex services. Scent pollution was the worst. It came from stale alcohol saturating the streets and casinos along with smoke inside and out that consisted of both cigarettes and cannabis since it’s legal to purchase. As someone who enjoys perfume and wears it nearly every day, I was ready to puke by the end of my stay. I noticed how the casinos all had grates in the ground or the overhead vents of the entrances and the strong smell of perfume was constantly being pumped through so when you walked in or out or nearby a casino you always smelled perfume (along with everything else). I looked it up and apparently some marketing genius sold the idea to the casinos of pumping perfumed air around them to make people associate the casino with a specific scent. This creates a scent memory of the place for the person and lures people inside the casinos in search of the nice smell. The perfume is available for sale at the casino shop, of course, and each casino has a different scent. While I found it fascinating, I was also nauseated and wanted to flee the area even faster. Lastly was the visual pollution which was overwhelming. This included all the above and then some. Madame Tussaud’s wax museum comes to mind because a life-sized Bruce Willis statue randomly set up on the street freaked me out. However, I was also highly amused by a large transformer made from recycled metals. The fake sky inside the mall at the Venetian was also slightly disturbing and weird because the clouds actually moved on the digital ceiling. It felt very fake and surreal to sit “outside” at a restaurant to eat while technically sitting indoors.
By the time I saw acid trip dude crawling on the ground, I was over it and almost surprised I hadn’t seen worse. I realized then that Vegas’s insanity is something that is dangerous to take for granted. I wanted to be home with fresh air and no blinking signs and little noise and no oddball cosplay always in line of sight. I don’t want to be used to that kind of insanity. I guess the final form of pollution is mind pollution. When the absurd becomes the norm it crosses a line that can easily turn people into victims, which made me the most uncomfortable. Kinda like our current political state….
On a completely different note: I packed perfectly for this trip. With my new roller carry-on case I had the right amount of business and casual wear. Oh, and having my room upgraded to a suite for free was also nice. The suite was larger than the tiny apartment Z and I lived in for 10 years in the city, which was really sad, but I got over it when I found the stackable washer/dryer in a closet so I could wash away all the stink whenever I wanted. I might demand all rooms I get at conferences have laundry now. It’s incredibly convenient.