Yesterday, my husband and I took the Black Pearl (our Pirates Of The Caribbean-themed motorcycle) for a putt through 2 of the wealthier neighborhoods here in Vegas: Seven Hills and Sun City Anthem .
I'll give you a second to look at those links. Hopefully, you haven't fainted from the shock of the grotesque opulence and filthy displays of wealth. I'm tellin' ya....ridin' through there (and, by the way....you can only drive on the outer streets; everyone's neighborhood is heavily gated in these communities) is a very deflating experience. When we got home, I wanted to smack my house in the mouth.
You see, my husband's job takes him into these and other very luxurious districts; he's a respiratory technician and a lot of these rich motherfuckers are ill and require oxygen and the like on a 24-hour basis. I get a sick amusement from that fact. He was just showing me where he spends a majority of his hours each day. I wonder why he ever comes home at all.
Every car we passed was a fucking SUV. I'm certain none of these people drive over DIRT, let alone go off-roading. It's just another vulgar display of wealth that, apparently, is mandatory when you are stinking rich. People out walking their dogs were wearing clothes most of us reserve for a night out. The dogs themselves......purebred, high-dollar pedigrees, naturally. If I could've gotten the chance to look, I'm sure they all poop silver and gold turds.
Okay...I'm done oozing resentment. Back to my Ramen noodles.
