If you can hear me

Spent the last couple of days at the Ataxia Investigators meeting in Las Vegas. My first...perhaps last trip to the most plastic city on the planet. However 50+ degrees in the morning at 6.30 am makes for perfect running weather. First day I set off in one direction up 'The Strip' northwards from The Flamingo where I was staying. It is extraordinary to see the length that people will go to to replicate Venice at 'The Venetian' hotel, a treasure island at the hotel of the same name....
I ran for about 40 minutes, out and back music still blaring from the casinos, people either running fresh and early or staggering really, really late. It's clean, feels very safe and there is plenty to look at. The rest of the day was spent in the meeting, some really good talks but long and endless until 9pm when we were allowed outside again. This time the crowds weave slowly, managing their spreading forms without any grace. The penny slots have people sitting forever their bodies moulding their way around the edges of their seats dripping greasily down onto the floor.
At the airport on the way home to the 'gastric flu haven' it has turned into since I left. Overhead announcement as I wait for my plane -
"Will the gentleman who left his false teeth and hearing aid please return to the washroom where he left them....if you can hear me, please return to the washroom."