I haven't the Vegas...

Vegas is sad: I do not like it.
Mostly, it gives me side glances when I walk through the Casino.
Every now and then, it rushes to greet me, mellons bobbing, cigarette hangin' out of her mouth, just like Liz in Who's Afraid of Virgina Wolf.
Vegas has been watching me work. It knows I do not speak slot machine, so it shrugs me off...muttering something incoherent, cowboy guns a' blazing in neon.

Entering Vegas and functioning within it is like standing in front of a camera and being asked to tell your life story. Once the camera lights go on, the IQ goes down about 20pts, that's how I felt when I arrived here. My theory was tested when I had to put the camera on some people. Once that camera light went on, they froze- pretty bad, as the first question was "give me your name and where you're from. I've seen this happen to stars on a set many times before, It is harder to talk about yourself on camera, than to read from a script...
I imagine it's a lot like placing a bet at a gambling table-I still wouldn't know, but I've seen it.