i look funny in vegas
Las Vegas, when seen from outer space, is the brightest spot on Earth.
(I’m not bragging.)
(here, of all places, until July 5.)
When we were in Paris this January, we couldn’t wait to see fireworks for New Year’s. The clock struck midnight and there were no fireworks. It turns out they had banned them in 2003. All those images I’d seen of fireworks going off around the Eiffel Tower were from years past. At the Champs Elysees on January 1, someone stole my English-French dictionary out of my pocket, and my lip balm, too. When we got in the taxi in Las Vegas this morning, we asked about the fireworks. It turns out that because of the recession, they won’t be having fireworks this year. The whole city is a firework all night long, I’m not complaining. But my best memories of these two holidays are in small towns, small fireworks going off on my side of the mountain and then on the other side of the mountain in someone else’s small town, and fireworks reflecting in water and snow.
