Monday, November 10th, 2008 at 6:12 pm in Uncategorized.
My apoligies for those comments that got held up because of the Trib’s system that requires approval by the blogmaster (or master-ess in my case). Last week as busy and we had another round of layoffs. It gets hard to keep up sometimes. So I headed to Las Vegas for the weekend. I couldn’t think of a better place to deal with stress than sin city, although I wonder if the exposure to what probably amounted to billions of watts of neon lights was risky. Needless to say, I was not checking e-mail. (The only thing I regularly checked was if my glass was being faithfully refilled.) Actually, I combined work and leisure with research for stories about pole dancers and old-time Las Vegas (The only bummer: El Cortez was booked. We had to stay at the Sahara, still delightfully rundown). The highlight of the visit was the Liberace museum. I adopted him as the patron saint on my and my boyfriend’s behalf. He could be Oakland’s patron saint, or maybe just the guardian of night owls. Really, this town could use some of his glam — just a touch would do. Anything more would be like trying to get water from Niagara Falls using a teaspoon, as the saying sort of goes. Anyway, while I was evaluating Las Vegas nightlife, two blog topics seemed to get the attention here: Bakesale Betty’s move closer to downtown and taxis, or the lack of them.