
So, I seem to have two options.
First: Downtown location, ~$500/month. About 1.5 miles from campus, and those miles are covered by TRAX (lightrail). ~600 square feet, I can't find a floor plan. Management seems to be pretty cool on the idea of being on the internet.
Second: Sugarhouse location, ~800/month. About 2.5 miles downhill from campus. The upside: about 800 square feet, with separate kitchen, dining room, living room, bedroom, and walk-in closet. Walking distance of Wild Oats for groceries, and Salt Lake Archery for crack (who have also offered to support a hypothetical University club). Alleged common spaces and social life within the complex. BUT: Bunch of reviews online saying horrible security, especially regarding cars.
I'm leaning toward the first option, really, simply because I prefer to live a simpler life right now. I don't need to own three rooms worth of furniture when I can better than make do in two, and the extra few hunderd each month will go far in a grad student's life.
I'd say the drive up to Vegas was uneventful, but that'd be a lie. Somewhat after passing into Nevada, we came up behind a car that made all of us just kind of blink. In the back seat, there was a man with sunglasses. We could tell he had sunglasses because he was kind of facing us, leaning into the corner of the back seat ... and eagerly humping away at something out of our sight beneath him. We followed them a few minutes, wondering if we were hallucinating, then passed them to get a better look. Sure enough, just visible through the rear passenger window was a head of blonde hair. I thought it didn't look too comfortable to her, but who are we to question the tastes of people that have sex in broad daylight on I-15? By the time we let them pass us again, everyone was sitting normally in the car again, and we realized there were in fact four in the car - one couple in front, one in back. So we had a good laugh about that, and joked about them for the rest of the drive.
After dinner, we wandered the casino, and I quickly realized that my brain simply does not operate on the same principles as this city. I fed a few dollars into the slot machines (which happily gobbled them up) and watched as thousands of strangers poured much, much more than that into them. None of us were particularly inspired to go out and do anthing, and figured we'd be better off waiting for midday when the table games would have cheaper limits.
We took the monorail down the strip to look at the Big Hotels, and agreed not to spend significant money there. As far as I'm concerned all casinos are alike, except for the mean income of the patrons. Saw MGM, Excalibur, Luxor, and maybe a few others. At the Excalibur, hunting for a DDR machine we instead found an In The Groove machine, with mines and songs rated out of twelve feet. It also had one of the more bizarre E-Rotic songs I've seen: "Lemmings on the Run". As our feet got tired, we gave up on that and swung by the Wynn to get the tickets, then walked up the the Sahara, supposed home of $3 blackjack. Such a table we indeed found, and claimed seats - I started with a $25 bankroll. An hour later we stood up, well over a hunder dollars less poor among us, and decided blackjack later would do well. For the moment we had to break, though, to get cleaned up and ready for Avenue Q. The blackjack tables weren't quite as kind after the show, and eventually we went back to sleep for the trip back.
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