Being Sober in Las Vegas

It was an almost 90-degree Friday night in Las Vegas, and despite the oppressive air, there were so many people out on the Strip that I could barely take a step forward. A line of maybe 30 people leaned against a wall, idling rather contently. They were patiently waiting for a treat, a daiquiri in a neon three-foot tall cup shaped like an upside-down Sp…

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