I couldn’t find any really riveting news items to post about, except this shocker: the Riviera’s announced sale might not go through. Those of you who have been following the Riv story know what an absolute surprise that is. I get the feeling that this isn’t going to end soon.
With a dearth of news, I thought I would post today on something everyone from Vegas will know, but those reading from around the world will not. Last Saturday, April 8, officially marked the start of the not-quite-endless Vegas summer, as this was the day when millions of home-owners looked at the balmy weather and decided that they would fill their pools this weekend. Frolicing in the pool temporarily displaced visiting payday loan places as the number one Las Vegas pastime this weekend. Even those without pools of their own got in on the act, as apartment and condo complex residents likewise flocked to their tiny artificial oases. Of course, my complex is a bit behind the times, as the gate to the pool area had a big, inviting sign which read “POOL CLOSED” that didn’t stop me from spending some quality time soaking up the sun and reading Elif Shafak’s The Saint of Incipient Insanities.
Thus began what will probably be about five weeks of pleasant Las Vegas weather. Usually around mid-May the temperature climbs above 100, and people start wondering why they moved to Vegas in the first place. Sometime in July, I’m going to sit by the pool and re-read The Three Stigmata of Palmer Eldtrich, just to have a better appreciation of PKD’s vision of the future, globally-warmed earth.