Yesterday, Saturday, I went urban hiking. I badly needed to decompress after this week. I’d felt pretty lousy about things and I’d kept myself cooped up for several days straight. Not good.
I went to the strip. Parked at Mandalay Bay and then I walked for nearly seven hours straight. I estimate 10+ miles. I walked up the west side, through every single hotel, up to the fashion show mall, then crossed and came back down the east side through every hotel.
Mainly I watched people. People are interesting. Perhaps it’s a little creepy, but I’d play this game where I’d make eye contact with someone — women mostly — with my face expressionless. If they smiled, I’d smile back. If not, we’d break eye contact. Learned: most people don’t smile. Also learned: when they do smile I probably read a lot more human connection into it than is actually there.
I learned from the pimps lining the street that I look like the kind of guy that needs “women direct to my room”. They seemed to put a little extra effort into getting those cards into my face. I also learned that I am not the kind of guy they want to bring into clubs for free. They’d ask the people walking by in front and behind, but skip me. I don’t like the implications of all this. But that’s okay, because I’m milking their goats right now.
By the time I got back to my car, my feet were quite sore, but otherwise I felt good. It definitely helped relieve a little of the funk I’ve been in.
Today I was social for the first time in a while. Brunched and dined with fine Zappos-y people. Ended up filming an improv cooking show with four gay guys. The fun never ends.