LAS VEGAS – It’s strange here: eerie, quiet, half-lit, socially distanced, like someone made a movie about a pleasure oasis of casinos just like these, where neon signs and gaudy nightclubs and 44-ounce margaritas make life so amplified that extreme begins to feel normal. Until one day everything is extreme, the world thrown into chaos, and then, here, the rhythm feels off.
Even now, it’s different, on this weekend, a big fight weekend, the likes of which Vegas hosts better than anywhere else. Now, it’s like The Strip is stuck on low battery mode.