Oh. I hate it here. I’ll never be back. My wife is here for work and convinced me to fly out for a long weekend.

It’s awful. I don’t party or gamble or smoke or really do much but outdoor and educational, and I particularly hate people trying to extract more money from me.

I’m fine with paying what it costs, even if that’s a lot, but once I’ve paid, you don’t talk to me about money again.

Plus everyone’s smoking inside and smoking weed and driving and lower class than even Myrtle or Daytona Beach.

The airport was bad, then we realized that the Lyft driver ran up the meter on us by going the long, more trafficy way. I didn’t even know that was possible.

Plus I now am away from home without a pair of glasses and with a case of pinkeye (bilateral, which I’ve never had before) that I must’ve picked up at the optometrist on Wednesday. Plus I can’t seem to trick Google or this new kagi thing into telling me how common this is. It keeps telling me that optometrists can diagnose but not treat pinkeye in most jurisdictions. Of course it must be common.