This morning, I was wide awake at the California hotel at 5:00 am. I wanted to stick to my itinerary, which tells me to go to Santa Fe Station for breakfast. I almost didn’t. First, I am starving and don’t want to go all the way there. Second, when I went outside, holy shit. It is freezing out here. I mean FREEZING.
Let me explain something, I know that Las Vegas is cold in winter. I have been here every winter for the past twelve years. It is usually colder here than it is back in New York City when I am here. I have a winter coat with me. I get it.
But today it is so painful. Colder than normal. There is a wind storm going on that is blowing frozen knives into my skin. I am going to die. The only time i remember it being this cold in Vegas was during yet another wind storm in whatever year it was that my sister was here with me. I remember we went to the movies at Neonopolis and then had to run into Walgreens to warm up because simply stepping outside the theater was too much for us.
Much like summer “oh but it is a dry heat”, winter here is “oh fuck it is a wind storm.” Horrible. I almost turned around walking to the bus. Then I almost left the bus stop and said fuck this. But I stuck it out and my first trip to Santa Fe Station was on!
