Tonight, after I get off work, I'm driving out to Las Vegas. It's been a few years since I've been - stretching to my days of haze and black out. This time it's different or it's going to be different. I'm buying some new running shoes on my way out that I need to break in before January 17th. That means I'm getting up to run for 90 or so minutes both mornings - no matter what. Done are the days when I set myself up to fail because of the poison I ingest the night previous. I'm meeting a friend there who hails from the city of sin. He's going to show me around - my Graceland because we're going to the trailer park where Brandon Flowers used to write his music from - during the in betweens between his shifts as a bellhop. The Killers' second album, one of the greatest rock albums of all time is either named after the trailer park he grew up in or the casino he worked at - I'm not sure which is the truth. That's why I'm going - to feel the roots of one of the great bands and a frontmen who moves me greatly.
I'm staying at The Hard Rock tonight and Friday before taking in what I'm really in town to take in. About a month ago, I jumped on a plane and flew to Berlin, mostly because I didn't think these boys, the Muse boys, were going to make it over to the States...
On Saturday night, they're playing The Joint - at The Hard Rock. I'm there to take them in again - this time on my home soil. After the show, I'm driving home to make my 9am Sunday class. That's what the weekend is going to be like - something to look forward to. I put out an invite to Durban for Friday because I miss him and because I could use him and because we need to talk about these new book and life developments. He said he might show but I never know for sure. It's Durban.
