India?

So, here I sit, in the Las Vegas airport, listening to the steady chant of the Baha'i Corale, interrupted by the steady chant of "Wheel of Fortune" coming from the smoking room/casino around the corner, and I wonder, why on earth did I think that India would be an experience when I have places like this to remind me of how unusual life here is? : ) Half casino, half airport, this place is nuts! The mac convention has unloaded its congregants at each power outlet along the way, one of which I am occupying, with my mac, hoping to talk to Mendon through Skype because I've signed my LasVegas release form that protects the airport from lawsuits in the event that a traveller's online gambling goes haywire. Wholesome families and women who, in my words, look cold, create a line of juxtaposition waiting for the food court workers to "Hurry up with that pizza!" And a small line of build-a-bears, who tell you they love you if you squeeze their paws, bob past at the hands of their young captors, jingling with green, gold and purple beads. Welcome to Las Vegas.