Sunset: 6:01pm. Shocking skies with a high of 83 and a low of 50 degrees. C. and I headed straight to Chinatown for ridiculously excellent dim sum, then spent the day orbiting the margins of Vegas and thinking about how to live. We’ve been fantasizing about living in the desert for a solid decade, and the idea of living at the farthest edge of the Vegas sprawl has a solid Neuromancer ring to it. Perhaps this will be our future.

Burger/Ink – Twelve Miles High

Las Vegas | Matador, 1998 | Boomkat