Mjarc
I Promise This Will Be Painless:
I only spent one dollar gambling today, on a quarter slot which spat out five dollars at me. Maybe I was smiling for a moment. Maybe. That doesn't mean that the rest of my body doesn't hurt, and that I really wish we should've just stayed for three nights instead of four. This town can tempt the money right out of your pockets.
"What has it got in it's pockets?"
I think I need to go home and immerse myself in those old, dusty Tolkien books that have been packed and unpacked and packed and unpacked for years now. No, they're not for show. They're all old, and they're all read, and they need love again, methinks. Does anyone else have the Complete Atlas of Middle Earth by Karen Fonstand (sp?)? I need to take a gander at that again, and pretend that I'm on that mystical adventure all over. The "real" fake life isn't working out here in the desert. I need stuff for free.
Today was actually a fairly carefree, laidback journey that saw us hit the Hoover Dam. It's big, and it's strong. I wish there was more to say. After the initial viewing, most of the time was spent laughing at the rest of the tourists and the un-whimsical expressions they had on their faces. So, on the drive back across the Nevada/Arizona border, we decided to make some faces of our own: I was "The Guy Who Just Found Out He Has An STD" and the Pike was "The Guy Who Lost All Of His Money In Las Vegas". They didn't look that much different. We took Polaroids and pictures, and hopefully they'll all be up someday soon.
It is time for bed. It is time to leave, though I think that we're both mentally gone.
I Promise This Will Be Painless:
I only spent one dollar gambling today, on a quarter slot which spat out five dollars at me. Maybe I was smiling for a moment. Maybe. That doesn't mean that the rest of my body doesn't hurt, and that I really wish we should've just stayed for three nights instead of four. This town can tempt the money right out of your pockets.
"What has it got in it's pockets?"
I think I need to go home and immerse myself in those old, dusty Tolkien books that have been packed and unpacked and packed and unpacked for years now. No, they're not for show. They're all old, and they're all read, and they need love again, methinks. Does anyone else have the Complete Atlas of Middle Earth by Karen Fonstand (sp?)? I need to take a gander at that again, and pretend that I'm on that mystical adventure all over. The "real" fake life isn't working out here in the desert. I need stuff for free.
Today was actually a fairly carefree, laidback journey that saw us hit the Hoover Dam. It's big, and it's strong. I wish there was more to say. After the initial viewing, most of the time was spent laughing at the rest of the tourists and the un-whimsical expressions they had on their faces. So, on the drive back across the Nevada/Arizona border, we decided to make some faces of our own: I was "The Guy Who Just Found Out He Has An STD" and the Pike was "The Guy Who Lost All Of His Money In Las Vegas". They didn't look that much different. We took Polaroids and pictures, and hopefully they'll all be up someday soon.
It is time for bed. It is time to leave, though I think that we're both mentally gone.
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