I’ll be in Las Vegas for the next week, concentrating on sun, heat (they’re “still in flip flops”) and over-the-top gambling architecture that spurrs a boomtown.
Will they take the first wrecking ball swing at Busch while I’m gone?
Oh, I hope so.
I really don’t want to see it, can’t take it, but would still be compelled to watch it no matter how painful it is. I know this, because the same thing happened with the first swing on Northland, back in April of this year.
Considering how many architectural blows this city has landed on me during 2005, I’d really like to bypass the horror of Busch’s ceremonial destruction.
“The decision to flee came suddenly. Or maybe not. Maybe I’d planned it all along – subconsciously waiting for the right moment.”
Hunter S. Thompson from Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas