Spring Break Part I
Well, I’ve been gone for Spring Break for a week, and I’ve been *gasp* separated from the internet! Oh the horror. I did a bunch of stuff over the last week, so I’ve got a lot to talk about. I’m not going to put it all in this entry, though, because I don’t feel like writing a really long one today. Basically I went to Las Vegas to visit my cousins ‘Rachel’ and ‘Sunny’ and Sunny’s two kids ‘Lily’ (2ish) and ‘Grace’ (1ish). Sunny’s my cousin, not my sister, but I still think of Lily and Grace as my nieces, and I absolutely adore them. I always bring them a present when I come over (as the saying goes, ‘Presents endear absents’) and Lily’s already figured that out. When I left she asked me if I’d bring her a princess book next time. She’s got me figured out, but I don’t mind. They’re sharp kids.
I’ll stop there, because I know from experience it can get boring listening to people carrying on about their kids/grandkids/nieces/nephews for a really long time. Suffice it to say I love ‘em both. I also went to Spamalot at the Wynn - it was so wrong in so many ways - and I LOVED it! I even bought a sweatshirt that says ‘I’m not dead yet…’ on it. It’s funny to see peoples’ reactions when they read it. Most people who know the reference are very enthusiastic - one random guy I walked by just yelled, ‘Yeah! Monty Python!’ and kept walking. What’s really amusing, though, is when the people obviously don’t know the reference. They give me looks like, ‘WTF?’ I love the sweater though. I hope it lasts a really, really long time so I can wear it in the nursing home. Can you imagine this little old lady in a wheelchair with a sweater that says ‘I’m not dead yet…’ on it? In fact, I want to be buried in it! A morbid joke, I know, but we must get amusement where we can… I also want ‘I told you I was sick’ inscribed on my urn. If I have an urn. I actually think I’d rather have my ashes scattered somewhere beautiful, if only to avoid the fate of grandma’s ashes in ‘Meet the Parents.’
On my vacation I also went to the Excalibur and gambled for the first time! I just did the slots because I’m not really confident enough to try the tables, and I bet $30, and won $43.75! Oh yeah, I beat the house a whole $13.75. I’m good. Honestly, I’m just happy I didn’t lose all my $30 like my mom did. She just played until it was gone. I can see how easy it is to get addicted to it, though. You’re always thinking that one more pull could be a winner. But I’m pretty happy with how I did, and it’ll be a while before I gamble again.
My dad also took my mom and I to Harrah’s to see the comedian/magician Mac King. Now, it might sound cheesy, but magic and comedy are how Steve Martin got his start, so I thought it’d be cool to see another guy who did stuff like that. I’m not comparing Mr. King to the great Steve Martin, of course, but I still thought he was hilarious. Plus, he did have some really impressive tricks. I would totally recommend him to anyone. I loved the show! Plus it’s not really, really expensive, which is a rarity for a good show in Vegas. Before the show he even comes out and does some card tricks with people waiting to get in, and afterwards he comes out and signs things. He seems like a really nice guy. When he saw my sweater he said, ‘I’m glad you’re not dead.’ So he must be nice, right? Otherwise he wouldn’t care if I was dead…
Oh, and while I was there I saw three high-priced hookers! Now, I grew up in the Las Vegas area, and I’ve been in casinos quite a few times, even as a kid (most of the good movie theatres and stuff are in the casinos), but for some reason two and two never connected for me. For the first time I actually realized that the scantily (yet expensively) clad women walking around the casinos were hookers, and not just random girls out for a good time. Ah, goodbye to sweet naitivite… Not really, I’m still way more naive than the average 21-year-old I’m sure, but I don’t know whether the fact I can recognize prostitutes for what they are now is a good thing…
Anyway, after Vegas I went to the Grand Canyon, but I’m sick of typing right now so I’ll talk about it next time. The end!
