2007_10_01_archive

I always fall for a Girl in a Bathing Suit

Hello there.

So the past week has been a mish-mash of crazy. B's parents came on

hair quite nearly out. All in the family. My father arrived on

Wednesday, but had stopped by on Monday- thus causing their plans to

cross. We had just over 12 hours between their departure Tuesday and

his return on Wednesday. Not much time to reorganize, re situate and

otherwise comfort my poor aching brain (OCD overdrive!)

We've been here 2 weeks (roughly.) In those two weeks I've seen my

parents, my grandparents, B's parents, relatives I didn't know I had,

and talked to my best friend more than I had in ages, I feel

rekindling much needed support and girlishness.

I've hot tubbed and harangued. I've gone to the Rio and seen my father

clap to scantily clad girls to get bead thrown at him, and to steal

beads that weren't thrown to him from over the head of a poor little

old man. I also saw B whoop and hollar at what could have been a hot

guy (my perception is a bit off in such matters.) and rec' beads also.

I, myself, only got hand-me-down beads... I was too busy being

entertained.

On our day trip today we delved into the world of blue-haired Penny

Slot and Keno players, and came out very nearly dead. But it was worth

every minute of it- except perhaps the driving across the desert and

back with Gertrude's voice intruding on every conceivable attempt at a

nap.

I've sampled cuisine, both fine and shitty- established some places to

take visiting friends and family and some places that aren't fully

supportive of Vegetarians like me. I've dabbled in the world of

gambling second-hand (I'm still trying to figure out how it works.)

And I've continued to be amazed that B's presence automatically

upgrades me to the 'let's not question her age' status. (I suppose if

we went someplace we got carded at the door it would be different.)

And Calvin and Hobbes is very very dirty.

Much love from Sin City- I promise I haven't gotten into too much

trouble yet. Guess I haven't found a lesbian hot enough...

Sincerely;

Celtic

1 comments Posted by Celtic at 11:28 PM

Thursday, October 4, 2007

Viva Las Vegas and the Rengade Daughter

Five days ago, we rolled into Vegas; hot, tired, and annoyed. There's

only so many hours of grueling interstate travel you can take with a

car packed to the gills, following a U-Haul trailer pulled by one of

the most erratic drivers of all time. When you first catch a glimpse

of Vegas on the horizon, it's not much to look at. Buildings and rock

'mountain's'- a distinct, colored Mohawk that is the Strip. An

overlying sense of heat flavored dirt.

But we kept driving, and when we pulled into the gate of our

community- it was well worth the journey. Living proof that in every

forlorn seeming desert, there is an oasis.

I never thought I'd say I loved it. Maybe that it was nice, pleasant,

bearable, etc. I was wrong. I do love it, I love how I can pull out of

the gate and take a right or a left to anything under the sun that I

might need. I love how warm it is, how when the wind blows through the

palm trees, it creates a very convincing illusion of being beach

front. I love the pool and the hot tub and my quaint little apartment.