Vegas Strangeness

So I was in Las Vegas this weekend covering YearlyKos, and had an interesting experience during my first trip to the city.
Two amusing incidents happened to me while I spent ten hours wandering around the Strip today waiting for my red-eye flight back to Washington. First, as I came up to the Wynn casino, this shirtless mustached guy and his female companion beckoned to me. Assuming that they wanted what everyone else wanted in front of the Wynn’s soaring waterfalls, I went over and volunteered, “Oh, do you want your picture taken?”
“No, man, I want to know where I can get some acid,” he replied.
I laughed in astonishment and said I had absolutely no idea. Now what about me walking up to the Wynn in my Brooks Brothers shirt, Gap Jeans, and carrying my L.L. Bean laptop bag screamed “LSD user” to them?
Second, later in the day, desperate to entertain myself without losing yet more money in the slots, I tracked down a “Borders Express” in the Fashion Show mall–as far as I can tell the only bookstore on the Strip. It was small, about the size of the average mall WaldenBooks, but I was still disappointed they didn’t have any Graham Green novels. I turned to searching for Hunter S. Thompson’s “Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas,” figuring there was never a better time to read it than when actually in Vegas. Alas, a search of the “Local Interest” books and “Politics/Social Science,” where his other books were, failed to turn it up. Confounded, I asked the clerk whether they really didn’t have it and she immediately turned to the Performing Arts shelf. It was located there, evidently, because the book had been made into a movie.
Duh.