If you're going to fly into a city at night, there's no more entertaining than Vegas baby. I have a layover here so while waiting for my red eye to board, I decided to do some people watching. Here's what I see. The round terminal is lively with gamblers who are crowding the slots in the center of the floor. Rubberneckers are hanging around and this one youngster (maybe 20) seems to be looking for a pocket to pick. He's definitely got his choice but they're probably pretty empty by now. To the right, a girl, short and thin, maybe 18, yellow tshirt, cut off jean shorts, tennis shoes, no socks, dyed black hair, lower lip pierced, heavy on the eyeliner, is sprawled out on the seats. A large, curly red haired man, mid 40s, 48 hr beard, khaki shirt untucked with sweat stains in the pits, sleeves rolled up, sloppy, holding a half full beer, (not his first of the night), has set down across from her. The pick up lines are flowing now. She's trying to look disinterested. He's not taking no for an answer. She sits up and puts her knees together, pulls her feet up, toes touching the floor, clasped hands in her lap. She looks over her shoulder and yawns. He's finally beginning to get the hint. He gets up and walks away. She watches him go out of the corner of her eye, leans on her hand, and seems to breath a sigh of relief. For every person smiling in here, there looks like two or three who look like "Lost Wages, Nevada" got the best of them. I don't have any desire to gamble. Probably because I don't have any cash tonight. A young man, early 20's, is sitting at a Wheel of Fortune machine. Whatever happened, it must have been good, because it made a lot of noise and now he's pumping both fists in the air and lets out a 'woo hoo' big enough to get the attention of the 300 or so people sitting around here. Now here's the part I don't get. He's still sitting there. I mean, if he just won a small fortune, or at least enough to buy a decent meal, why is he still there? Isn't that the point? To play until you win, and then take your winnings and go have a blast? Oh wait, that's right. The blast is to play some more, which he's obviously doing. So you play to win, and when you win, you can play so you can win so you can play so you can... Sometimes sin looks like a sweaty, overweight, drunken, pervert. Most of the time though it's packaged in a clean looking wrapper with bells and whistles flashing. Fun and addictive. Behind me through the large windows I can see the strip. The pyramid shaped Luxor is a stand out with a massive beam of light shooting straight up and disappearing in to the night sky like a giant flashlight designed to search the universe for any sign of God. Either they're hoping to find Him or keeping an eye out just in case He shows up. Just like the rest of us. There's my reflection on the night. They're boarding my flight. I'm glad to be going home.