I think we've had fun though. I enjoy the atmosphere, the energy, and the range of characters that exist within a large population. Throw in the tomfoolery that sometimes follows when public consumption of alcohol is allowed (perhaps even encouraged), and it becomes very difficult for me to walk around with a frowny face.
Today, I'm in Vegas by myself. I drove here by myself, slept in a bed that is too big for me by myself, and acted like a tourist by myself. It's an odd experience, and I think it would be quite a bit better if I were accompanied by my wife. But my intention in coming here wasn't to have a good time, damn it! It was to meet up with H. As it turns out, though, I was able to do both things.
H was a bit of an enigma to me. A great, white buffalo, maybe, though I'm not confident that I know what that phrase even means. We attended law school together for a year and rarely associated, but I definitely knew of him. I think most people did. For reasons that I haven't quite nailed down, I was unsure if he would accept my request for a meeting, but I'm glad that he did. He is a master storyteller and, as we sat and enjoyed some prime Vegas prime rib, I quickly found myself enamored with the tale of how he and his fiance, M, arrived at their now.
We left the restaurant, walked down Fremont Street, and found his car. Before we parted, H assured me that if we were to meet again, he'd provide me with the rest of the story, the best part even. And I hope that it happens, both for the sake of hearing more of the narrative, and because it means we'll be seeing one another again. Building relationships. Starting something. That's what it's all about for me right now.