I love this place. I didn’t want to. I resisted. It’s too much money. It’s too swanky. I don’t want to cave into comfort because I’m tough, because I’m edgy. Tough edgy people don’t live in swanky condos. But, I’ve succumbed. I love this place.

It’s really quiet in the condo. The kind of quiet you get when you sleep in the forest. I think out of almost everything spectacular here, I like that the most. I can just sit on the couch, look out the window and feel peaceful. There’s no air conditioner hum, no traffic noise, sirens or people. Silence is at a premium in this world and I didn’t realize how much I missed it.

I love that when I’m done being silent and peaceful I can take the elevator down twenty one floors and be with hundreds or thousands of people. I can eves drop on their conversations or be friendly and insinuate myself. Yesterday when Andy was programming I walked two blocks to the Paris Casino Diamond Room. I sat at the bar for two hours eating water melon, talking to people from Chicago, Denver, San Diego and Puerto Rico.

I never thought I would hear myself say this but, so far, I’m really liking being back in Vegas.