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"About as much fun as a bag of weasels"...when I first saw this Irish adage, it made me think of the life of a writer: sometimes perilous, sometimes painful, certainly interesting. My paper journal has always been called "The Bag of Weasels." This is the Bag of Weasels' online home.

Vegas, Baby!

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This semester has been really intense, so I have not been writing in my journal and, therefore, I don't think I ever mentioned that we were going to Vegas for Spring Break. My dad turned 70 on his last birthday, and I think this had some sort of goading effect on him, as in he realized that he doesn't have all the time in the world to do various things that he wants to do; my grandmother (his mom) only decided she wanted to travel once she was too infirm to do so. Anyway, long story short, my parents invited Bobby and me to go with them to Vegas for Spring Break, so here we are.

The funny thing is that, when I was a kid, Vegas was constantly held over us as the crowning achievement in vacations, always set for next year. Next year, next year ... considering that, prior to about 1:30 PM EST yesterday, the furthest west I'd been was West Virginia, next year never came then, but I guess it finally has now.

The flight was uneventful. Our past few flights have been to Europe, and it's seemingly impossible to get a flight from the east coast U.S. to Europe that doesn't leave at night, so it was nice to fly during the day for once, rather than trying unsuccessfully to sleep and arriving exhausted. The highlight of the flight was flying over the Grand Canyon and the desert more generally. I loved the desert as a kid (in my imagination since, as noted above, "next year" never came!) and the closest I've come to this point is the dry forest in southern Puerto Rico. The middle "flyover" states were pretty uneventful except that the roads were very, very straight, and I was in the midst of thinking that the world looks pretty much the same everywhere from the air when the landscape began to change, and the earth went brown and then red, with the mesas sketched in long, graceful curves, the stretches of red-brown land occasionally broken by mountains, some of them with snow at the tops. Then the Grand Canyon, which was ... grand.

Vegas looks pretty much like it does on movies and TV. This is going to be an interesting experience, for the people-watching alone. After we arrived last night, we had dinner reservations and tickets to see the Beatles-themed Cirque du Soleil show Love. I was tired from the week leading up to our departure, which was crammed with preparing for a week's absence from my various obligations, and already footsore and hungry, being as it was hours past suppertime by my mental clock. It was only a two-block walk, according to Dad; Bobby and I, never having been here before, took him at his word. It wasn't a two-block walk; it was almost a two-mile walk that made us late for our dinner reservation, to say nothing of the fact that I had no energy for such a walk, and my feet were dead by the time we got there. I love walking places--I think it's the best way to get to know a place--but last night was not the night for it.

The show was great. There were two young men two rows in front of us who looked like Beavis and Butthead and showed up drunk with huge drinks in their hands who got kicked out after the one passed out in his seat. It's Vegas, I guess! Given the costs of show tickets, though, to say nothing of the probable cost of those drinks, that was an expensive no-shit story to tell their friends, if getting kicked out of a Cirque du Soleil show is worth bragging about. I guess to some people it is! It definitely added a little something to the show, especially considering that a theme in the show was challenging authority, so there are hippies on the stage being accosted by cops in riot gear, while two kids that look like Beavis and Butthead are being dragged up the steps by a blond woman in a business suit. An interesting contrast and sad commentary on the rebellious nature of my generation!

Then we took a cab back to the hotel.

It is now a little after nine. I have pruned by email inbox and answered/handled what I must; Bobby is snowboarding today. He would find a place to go snowboarding in the desert! So I'm with my parents all day today. I'm going to call them now to see about breakfast, then plan to spend the day by the pool, but before anyone gets too excited that I'm loosening up in the sin-saturated desert climate of Las Vegas, Nevada, I'll be reading for grad school while I do. I did get all of my writing assignments done, so I won't have to write while I'm here, but the reading is unavoidable.



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  • The middle "flyover" states were pretty uneventful except that the roads were very, very straight, and I was in the midst of thinking that the world looks pretty much the same everywhere...

    Imagine driving them! The memory of endless flat wheat fields alone makes me eyes hurt! Though did actually see a hand-painted wooden sign in Kansas saying "World's smallest ass, 2 miles." ;)

    Enjoy your vacation! Lounging by the pool sounds pretty awesome.
  • The idea of sitting by a pool in the desert sounds very appealing to me at the moment!

    How was the Cirque du Soleil show? I have only seen a couple of very early ones live--maybe the first and the second!

    I hate those interminable walks that just go on and on when one thinks they know where they are going and does not. (I climbed a mountain once to see some ruins in Tepoztlán, Mexico. We somehow had the impression that it was a 20-minute hike and it took four hours with a little kid! It was the easiest climb imaginable--no equipment needed--but still four hours.)

    Bobbie--snowboarding! Ha! Well, I guess his free time is limited also, so he is going to want to do what he loves if he can figure out a way to do it wherever he may be.

    Happy reading and soaking up the sun. Looking forward to more reports.
  • I hope you have a great time!
  • Enjoy your down time, it is well deserved.

    I've driven a lot of those very straight roads. It's interminable, but actually rather fun. When I moved up to Minnesota I got quite upset 0 all of the trees were occluding my horizon. I guess I'm just a high plains girl after all - I need my mountains and my deserts.

    There actually is some decent snow within a reasonable distance of Vegas at this time of the year, although I would have probably chosen Reno or Tahoe instead. But if Bobby found some good boarding, more power to him. After all, everyone should do something they truly enjoy on a vacation.

    The distances in Vegas are deceptive (so I've been told since I've never actually been there myself). Ask the hotel staff about distance before setting off on another long trek if you're not in the mood for never-ending scenic views of concrete, people and the occasional palm tree.

    Have fun and kick back. Travel safely *hugs*

    - Erulisse (one L)
  • When we were coming back from Mexico this year, the plane flew over Costa Rica's volcanoes: there was smoke coming out of some of them and the contrast with the green forests and blue sea in the distance. Wow! That and flying over the Amazon River (amazingly wide) years ago have been the top two sights from planes. Otherwise, best sleep and hope the torture is over soon.

    Endless straight roads: another form of torture. I'm getting less and less tolerant of long boring rides.

    Enjoy the vacation!
  • Have fun! I'm glad the Cirque show was great; I've yet to see one and want to.

    Long, straight roads… I hate car trips for a reason. But the views from the airplane-- I will admit to a slight tinge of jealousy.
  • Hahaha Bobby can't go a day without snowboarding! So how far was it away for him then?

    I hope you had a blissful day at the pool, sipping a coctail and such :)
  • Leave it to Bobby to go all the way out to Vegas and find a mountain to conquer. I've never been to Vegas, but it actually sounds like fun. Hope you're enjoying yourself in it all, if only from a people-watching perspective.
  • Have a lovely vacation! I hated Las Vegas when I was there. I was probably too young (15), overwhelmed by the heat (it was July) and just generally in the wrong mindset!
    Glad to hear that Bobby can already go snowboarding again after his injury. Enjoy your trip despite the reading assignments...

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