…except skiing season. Apparently, every good hotel in Flagstaff, AZ is full because it is skiing season. Being who I am, I had no idea. I did manage to find a little motel with high speed wireless, cable TV and a good cell phone signal after trying 5 others. I don’t have much to say about Flagstaff as the only part I have seen is the huge mountain that is right in the middle of town, my motel room, a local Chinese buffet and a Safeway grocery store that sells gas (weird.) This entire town has a funny smell that everyone that lives here is either used to or ignores and trains are constantly going by, blowing their whistles. I’m so close to Vegas, that I can taste it.
So what does Vegas taste like?
I bet it tastes greasy…. real greasy.
It tastes like a stripper’s sweaty G-string dipped in desert sand.