I had to stay a night in Lubbock, instead of driving through, and had to share a room with a young, blond, single female. We found the place where we could buy beer (not easy, then), had one, and called it a night. Because the sulfer made the beer taste skunky.
I guess you have to live there for a while to adjust.
Things were better later in clear, dusty, sandy air near Carlsbad. ;)
The Strip is a pale shadow of its former self since package booze sales were made legal inside the city limits. This has made it easier for the frats and sororities to obtain party supplies and has lightened the load on the local constabularies.
I spent a night in Lubbock just a few days after the tornado in 1970.
About 9 PM, there was a tornado alert -- and they herded all the guests into the "private club" in the basement. Families, elderly couples and drummers alike.
That particular night, the "club" was featuring a couple of strippers. And, you know what they say, "the show must go on"...