LAS VEGAS
We were somewhere around the edge of Barstow when the booze began to take hold. Viva Las Vegas!!! We checked into our hotel and had a few more drinks and waited for the sun to go down. My blood is too thick for Nevada. I’ve never been able to properly explain myself in this environment. Once the sun set we hit the strip and gambled some cash. Learn to enjoy losing. With the excitement of Vegas surrounding us still we continued to explore most of the hotels. The plan was to create a plan for the next night by deciding what we wanted to come back to. However, this didn’t work. The mixture of booze was too strong to try to rationalize a proper game plan so; aimlessly we were turned loose in the streets. I’m not exactly sure where the first night ended, but we managed to make our way back to the hotel unscathed. We awoke to 107 degree weather and dehydrated bodies. Any rational man would seek water and rehydrate. I’ve never been a rational man. “Let’s drink more and swim in the pool.” This was how I rationalized not drinking water. A few hours in the pool and it was time for some food. On the way to hail a cab to the grocery store our trip was halted as I fell through the earth. Some evil bastard had covered a hole with fake grass. Booby trapped at my own hotel. No time for complaining we had more to see. We hit the strip again and gambled some more. This night was fairly low energy the madness of Las Vegas had set in. It was time to regroup. Awaken by the blinding sun again. What was happening? Oh, it was my wife’s birthday. Does this mean the madness was about to start again? Was this strange trip not yet over? Doomed!!! We decided to skip the pool this day and head straight to the strip. No more fucking around. Vegas has a different feel in broad daylight. The desert ridden buildings appear less glamorous. Inside the buildings are the joyless losers still milking the American dream in hopes of a post dawn victory to allow them to escape the shitty lives and trailer parks they all inevitably must return to. Feeling overwhelmed I began drinking once more. The ladies had a plan to go shopping so off we went. The birthday girl wanted cheesecake and we happened to stumble into a cheesecake factory at the exact time of the Caesars Palace show. We ate cake and watched the show while a drunkin latino man made fun of the Chinese people. On the way out the birthday girl spotted something shiny through the window of the swatch store. It was a silver watch. Happy Birthday sweetheart. Once the sun began to set we caught a bus to Fremont St. Massive displays of lights and colors fill the streets here. Something about old Vegas that just makes me happy. After a quick stroll around and a few more beers we caught the bus to the Stratosphere. This was my first time going up to the top. The $18 ticket might scare you off, but don’t let it. It’s happy hour until midnight at the top and the cheap drinks outweigh the ticket cost. Plus it’s just badass up on top. Lights as far as you can see. It really is amazing. I got to kiss the birthday girl 900 feet above the Las Vegas Strip. The energy from the Stratosphere carried us all the way to the Luxor before calling it a night. I destroyed black jack but the rational decision to quit while I was ahead got the best of me. I began to get the fear and it was way past due for our Vegas departure, so we took a quick nap and left that horrible town as fast as we could.
We were somewhere around the edge of Barstow when the booze began to take hold. Viva Las Vegas!!! We checked into our hotel and had a few more drinks and waited for the sun to go down. My blood is too thick for Nevada. I’ve never been able to properly explain myself in this environment. Once the sun set we hit the strip and gambled some cash. Learn to enjoy losing. With the excitement of Vegas surrounding us still we continued to explore most of the hotels. The plan was to create a plan for the next night by deciding what we wanted to come back to. However, this didn’t work. The mixture of booze was too strong to try to rationalize a proper game plan so; aimlessly we were turned loose in the streets. I’m not exactly sure where the first night ended, but we managed to make our way back to the hotel unscathed. We awoke to 107 degree weather and dehydrated bodies. Any rational man would seek water and rehydrate. I’ve never been a rational man. “Let’s drink more and swim in the pool.” This was how I rationalized not drinking water. A few hours in the pool and it was time for some food. On the way to hail a cab to the grocery store our trip was halted as I fell through the earth. Some evil bastard had covered a hole with fake grass. Booby trapped at my own hotel. No time for complaining we had more to see. We hit the strip again and gambled some more. This night was fairly low energy the madness of Las Vegas had set in. It was time to regroup. Awaken by the blinding sun again. What was happening? Oh, it was my wife’s birthday. Does this mean the madness was about to start again? Was this strange trip not yet over? Doomed!!! We decided to skip the pool this day and head straight to the strip. No more fucking around. Vegas has a different feel in broad daylight. The desert ridden buildings appear less glamorous. Inside the buildings are the joyless losers still milking the American dream in hopes of a post dawn victory to allow them to escape the shitty lives and trailer parks they all inevitably must return to. Feeling overwhelmed I began drinking once more. The ladies had a plan to go shopping so off we went. The birthday girl wanted cheesecake and we happened to stumble into a cheesecake factory at the exact time of the Caesars Palace show. We ate cake and watched the show while a drunkin latino man made fun of the Chinese people. On the way out the birthday girl spotted something shiny through the window of the swatch store. It was a silver watch. Happy Birthday sweetheart. Once the sun began to set we caught a bus to Fremont St. Massive displays of lights and colors fill the streets here. Something about old Vegas that just makes me happy. After a quick stroll around and a few more beers we caught the bus to the Stratosphere. This was my first time going up to the top. The $18 ticket might scare you off, but don’t let it. It’s happy hour until midnight at the top and the cheap drinks outweigh the ticket cost. Plus it’s just badass up on top. Lights as far as you can see. It really is amazing. I got to kiss the birthday girl 900 feet above the Las Vegas Strip. The energy from the Stratosphere carried us all the way to the Luxor before calling it a night. I destroyed black jack but the rational decision to quit while I was ahead got the best of me. I began to get the fear and it was way past due for our Vegas departure, so we took a quick nap and left that horrible town as fast as we could.
