The flamingo was my home while I lived in Las Vegas. I worked for the Caesars Entertainment Corporation in a restaurant management program. they didn't pay me, but they put me up in a hotel suite with daily maid service, free food, and a lot of free drinks. For a twenty-one-year-old this was by no means a bad deal.
After the first week I started to tune out all the other guests, which I guess is what they do in New York. I mean, this place was my home. They were just visiting. I knew which elevators were the fastest, how to cut through the gardens to get to the liquor store, and what time to look out the windows to see all the lights turn on. The Flamingo will always feel a little like home to me.
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