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<> Well since Dante wants people to write more stuff, I guess I could write about my trip, despite its uneventfulness.
We decided to leave Friday morning. Looking at a nine hour car ride, I decided to stay up and sleep in the car. This was a great idea because it turned an excruciating nine hour trip to a simple thirty minute car ride. The wedding was planned to start at5:30 . We entered Nevada 4:00 . We got our directions mixed up and were running late. We found the damn hotel at about 5:00 , giving us thirty minutes to get ready and get ourselves over to the ceremony thingy. Only after half an hour of tears, screams and running in high heels(not me by the way) did we manage to leave the hotel. Out in the blistering cold, we ran to Caesar’s Palace where the ceremony took place. Arriving at about 5:50 we were shocked to find out that the wedding was running late. After kicking ourselves and "laughing," we were forced to wait outside in the cold, it was an outdoor wedding. They got married, nothing unusual or special in any way, then we went inside to escape the cold and to eat. I made it my personal duty to make sure that I was in the background of every picture taken. I've got it on a digital camera, if i figure out how to upload them on to here, then I'll show you.
Dinner ended around10:00 , I think, and the day was over..........or was it?
My sisters, brother, and my sister's boyfriend went out and wandered around the Vegas strip. PORN EVERYWHERE!! You couldn't walk a block without these guys standing on the sidewalks smacking their hands and passing out porn advertisements. I didn't get exactly why they smacked their hands before handing them out, but it was getting annoying. In any case, whoever took these ads must've just dropped them once they got them because they were found all over the ground and in various garbage cans.
We also ventured into many of the casinos. Casinos piss me off. The air was heavy with smoke, perfume and the incessant sounds of the digital slot machines trying to emulate the real thing. These slot machines piss me off. There are so many and all of them have different "themes," which just means different pictures, they were all the same basic thing. We wandered around for a while. Afterward we went to stay at my cousin's house, along with her three-legged dog, whom I call Tripod. Ashley got along with him, and we found on several occasions that she was trying to mount him.
The next day, we went to the M&M store with GaySauce. There was four floors dedicated to M&M's and M&M accessories. No big deal. We also went to the Coca Cola store. Just more crap that people make a big deal over. Then we went to the arcade. I hate Vegas games. I'm convinced they're all rigged. There was this one game, it seemed easy enough. There was a spinner, icons level one through five, and button. You simply insert fifty cents and push the button and push it again to stop it. If you land the spinner on a positive number, then you move up a level. However, landing on a negative number would cause you to go down a level, what a shock. Anyway, if you are able to get up past level five, you win and can choose any of three prizes: a CD player, PS2 games or a GameBoy SP. Don't ever trust a game that will get you any of these items for fifty cents. I knew that I’d fail, but it was fifty cents, how could it hurt? I played the first game. It gave me three chances. I managed to work my way up to level five, getting all positive numbers, but not passed it. The level you achieved stays there even if you lose, so there it was at level five, and if I put another fifty cents, I would get another THREE chances to move up ONE level. What a load of shit. My next three turns, I got all negative numbers and managed to make my way back down to level one. Infuriating. I “quietly” came to the conclusion that the game was FUCKING RIGGED! After blowing about three dollars, putting my fist through it and pissing on the remains, I decided to walk around the arcade a little more. I didn’t play much though, and I eventually found myself returning to that God-forsaken machine. I saw another kid at it, and I laughed and told my cousin that he’d never get it. I was right and the kid left disappointed. However, this guy who was there and he said that it wasn’t rigged, and that he actually won one of the items for his son. I was in disbelief, and my cousin went and pointed out to me that one of the items was missing. I hurriedly started to play again. Sinking another few dollars, I now come to the conclusion that the guy was working for the arcade and was hired to stand there and say that the game wasn’t impossible. What a jerk. I probably lost about seven dollars that night. So I punched the guy in the face and asoto garied him into a pool of man eating sharks that just happened to be right behind him. He was dragged under, and I wasn’t satisfied until the struggling stopped and red seemed to float to the surface. I hate Vegas games. The rest of that night consisted of my sister’s boyfriend, Fancois and me messing with GaySauce. He is such an annoying little bastard.
Later that night we went wandering around again. For a city that doesn’t sleep, they sure close early. It was around two in the morning and all the stores were closed. We went to (fake)Paris Casino. It was actually pretty cool inside. It was all made to look like a French city. Seeing as how I’ve never been toFrance
Anyway, that night ended and the next morning, we found our way back home. Since I was able to sleep the night before, I wasn’t able to sleep the entire ride back. It wasn’t so bad though. It was actually relaxing, up until the radio started blasting Christmas Carols. There was nothing I could do. I told my parents to change it, but they didn’t seem to want to. I endured it for the next few hours smashing my head against the window.
And now I’m home, and it feels good to be back in Alamerda. I got home, got on my computer, and started writing this. So I hope this post wasn’t too long or boring. I lack certain writing talents. Oh well.
We decided to leave Friday morning. Looking at a nine hour car ride, I decided to stay up and sleep in the car. This was a great idea because it turned an excruciating nine hour trip to a simple thirty minute car ride. The wedding was planned to start at
Dinner ended around
My sisters, brother, and my sister's boyfriend went out and wandered around the Vegas strip. PORN EVERYWHERE!! You couldn't walk a block without these guys standing on the sidewalks smacking their hands and passing out porn advertisements. I didn't get exactly why they smacked their hands before handing them out, but it was getting annoying. In any case, whoever took these ads must've just dropped them once they got them because they were found all over the ground and in various garbage cans.
We also ventured into many of the casinos. Casinos piss me off. The air was heavy with smoke, perfume and the incessant sounds of the digital slot machines trying to emulate the real thing. These slot machines piss me off. There are so many and all of them have different "themes," which just means different pictures, they were all the same basic thing. We wandered around for a while. Afterward we went to stay at my cousin's house, along with her three-legged dog, whom I call Tripod. Ashley got along with him, and we found on several occasions that she was trying to mount him.
The next day, we went to the M&M store with GaySauce. There was four floors dedicated to M&M's and M&M accessories. No big deal. We also went to the Coca Cola store. Just more crap that people make a big deal over. Then we went to the arcade. I hate Vegas games. I'm convinced they're all rigged. There was this one game, it seemed easy enough. There was a spinner, icons level one through five, and button. You simply insert fifty cents and push the button and push it again to stop it. If you land the spinner on a positive number, then you move up a level. However, landing on a negative number would cause you to go down a level, what a shock. Anyway, if you are able to get up past level five, you win and can choose any of three prizes: a CD player, PS2 games or a GameBoy SP. Don't ever trust a game that will get you any of these items for fifty cents. I knew that I’d fail, but it was fifty cents, how could it hurt? I played the first game. It gave me three chances. I managed to work my way up to level five, getting all positive numbers, but not passed it. The level you achieved stays there even if you lose, so there it was at level five, and if I put another fifty cents, I would get another THREE chances to move up ONE level. What a load of shit. My next three turns, I got all negative numbers and managed to make my way back down to level one. Infuriating. I “quietly” came to the conclusion that the game was FUCKING RIGGED! After blowing about three dollars, putting my fist through it and pissing on the remains, I decided to walk around the arcade a little more. I didn’t play much though, and I eventually found myself returning to that God-forsaken machine. I saw another kid at it, and I laughed and told my cousin that he’d never get it. I was right and the kid left disappointed. However, this guy who was there and he said that it wasn’t rigged, and that he actually won one of the items for his son. I was in disbelief, and my cousin went and pointed out to me that one of the items was missing. I hurriedly started to play again. Sinking another few dollars, I now come to the conclusion that the guy was working for the arcade and was hired to stand there and say that the game wasn’t impossible. What a jerk. I probably lost about seven dollars that night. So I punched the guy in the face and asoto garied him into a pool of man eating sharks that just happened to be right behind him. He was dragged under, and I wasn’t satisfied until the struggling stopped and red seemed to float to the surface. I hate Vegas games. The rest of that night consisted of my sister’s boyfriend, Fancois and me messing with GaySauce. He is such an annoying little bastard.
Later that night we went wandering around again. For a city that doesn’t sleep, they sure close early. It was around two in the morning and all the stores were closed. We went to (fake)Paris Casino. It was actually pretty cool inside. It was all made to look like a French city. Seeing as how I’ve never been to
Anyway, that night ended and the next morning, we found our way back home. Since I was able to sleep the night before, I wasn’t able to sleep the entire ride back. It wasn’t so bad though. It was actually relaxing, up until the radio started blasting Christmas Carols. There was nothing I could do. I told my parents to change it, but they didn’t seem to want to. I endured it for the next few hours smashing my head against the window.
And now I’m home, and it feels good to be back in Alamerda. I got home, got on my computer, and started writing this. So I hope this post wasn’t too long or boring. I lack certain writing talents. Oh well.
PS Bed,
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