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There's this thing that people do here, which I'm going to call the Vegas Drift.

No one walks in a straight line here. There's so much eye-candy, so many bing-bonging bells or exclamations of victory, so many people to ogle, that no one actually looks where they're going. It's impossible to make a bee-line from one point to the next. If you try, you will find people caroming off you, wandering into your path in an unavoidable way, or clumping up to rubberneck at some critical juncture.

Give it up! Realize that you, too, have inevitably perpetrated Vegas Drift in your own way and time.

On a different note: the most pathetic sight I've witnessed on my stay so far was a family having a meal at about 10:30 at night at a mid-scale burger joint. Mom and Dad were chowing down. Tow-headed youngster, maybe ten years of age, had literally done a face-plant on the table from exhaustion. He was passed out leaning forward in his seat, with his arms dangling from his shoulders, and his parents were bovinely masticating their forage while the poor kid drooled into his linen napkin. Call me judgmental, but... WTF are they thinking?!?