Day 2

Day 2 - Up for breakfast with Jay and Louise, and then off to the airport.  Flight to Las Vegas on time and uneventful.  Las Vegas is mad wild.  All I've heard of is true, the artificial construct in the desert.  Mountains loom behind it, and in front are all the names of the strip:  MGM, Harrahs, Caesars, and more.  On the strip, there is no sign of nature, just lights and sound. 

At a Starbucks in the hotel, I see a man keel over to the floor and his eyes go weird, I think he's had a heart attack, I run and tell the front desk to call 911, by the time I get back he's sitting up, he must have had some kind of seizure. 

I need cleats, they want $50 for a cab to Dick's, so I find that there's an Adidas store on the strip that I can walk to.  "Just a few blocks," I'm told.  Turns out that it's a good couple miles.  The walk down the strip is mad wild, lights, music, noise, sensory overload.  But I'm relaxed and can take it in.  I find good cleats, light, supple, won't need breaking in, cheap.  I buy the old-fashioned kind, black, I'm not into the white or colory ones. 

Can't reach my soccer buddies, don't even know where I"m going tomorrow.  But back at the hotel, Tim has left a message, his cell phone died and his e-mail box is full, so he couldn't be in touch.  His brother-in-law has a car and will drive tomorrow.

Sleep.