Why Solo.

Well, this one should be obvious to anyone who's read the blog, like, at all.

Solo Las Vegas is how I roll, and I can't really imagine doing it any other way, for me. Sure, Vegas is the stereotypical "girls/guys party scene", and that's fine, but I find it a lot easier to navigate through town by one's self. To be honest, I've never done it any other way, so I don't know that for a fact...

So why solo? Well, mainly it's a practical matter; I don't have any friends. Don't cue up the "awww" sound or feel sorry for me, I want it this way. When you combine shyness and moderate insecurity with massive impatience with other human beings, you get a loner. Me. Balancing out the insecurity though is a very well developed sense of who I am. I know my limitations, I know my strengths, and I'm very (maybe overly) self aware and tend to think that my own counsel is really the only counsel I want to follow. That's gotten me to some rough places in life but it's also gotten me to now, which I feel is a pretty good place. I'm, dare I say, happy-ish, and see no reason to stop listening to the fucked up voices in my head at this point. Too late.

Going along with that is the fore-mentioned healthy dislike of human-kind and their motivations and decision making. I am not a sheep, and despise those who are. As I've mentioned, the SUV-owning, sitcom-watching, QVC shit-buying life is not for me, and all those modifying and capitalist tendencies to me breed a bunch of dull bunnies in America. So for me, a Vegas trip with a bunch of "bros", sounds about as close to hell as I'm likely to find myself in.

I have no desire to watch "friends" embarrassing themselves or me in public after 10 too many vodka Red Bulls, nor do I have any desire to wait in some horrid club line with 6 other guys just so I can have "wingmen" in the search for females, whatever that means. Am I the sad guy sitting alone at the bar at Cosmo while all the dude-bros are at Marquee spending $500 on a bottle of Grey Goose? Yep, and I have as much or more chance of getting lucky that night too, I'll bet, while having five $12 shots at The Henry that match the amount of liquor they just dropped half a paycheck on.

If I get too raging drunk in Whiskey Down, it's on me to somehow navigate across the street to get to my room. If I inappropriately touch some Samoan guy's GF at Flight, it's up to me to either talk him down or take my pounding. It's ALL on me, win or lose, that's the way it's always been and it's exactly how I like it.

So does this make me moderately anti-social in one of the most social places on earth? Yeah, probably, and somehow it makes me deliriously happy. My next sociopathic adventure begins in 9 days...so ready to not be of you but to be in you, Vegas.