Call me a philistine, but like Vegas, I'm just not a huge watch guy either. My right hand has been adorned with the same $10 knock-off Casio from Chinatown for the last two years and I have zero qualms about it. I suspect that being truly impressed by a watch for the first time is akin to listening to Radiohead high or getting hit on by your friend's hot mom.
However the feeling is categorized, I felt myself bathing in it as I stared this watch in the face. Suddenly the dull smell of tobacco and mojitos drifted away and I felt like I was back on the plane, looking at the strip out the window—Hublot did what I thought was impossible: make Las Vegas sexy.