... was a good and fun experience. When it was my turn to drive, I got the stretch of the trip where the sun was blazing directly into my line of sight, which no visor could fend. 6 hours later, my eyes are still sore.
The whole weekend was out of control, filled with raucous debauchery. My luck at blackjack was nonexistent but I learned to play pai gow poker with the help of 6 men I met at the table. I first mistook the table for blackjack, and being drunk, I announced, "Oh! I thought this was blackjack. Forget it!" They persuaded me to stay -- they said they needed a lady's luck. I said, "One hand, and if I lose, I'm outta here. I'm not even gonna sit down." I stayed for 3 hours. I did sit down.
Memorable lines:
"OK, counter-clockwise... clockwise... now criss-cross!"
"Is that a real grass skirt?"
"Is that his wife?"
"You're just like a puppet."
"Girls gone wild!"
"Whatever happens in Las Vegas, stays in Las Vegas!"
"Dude, those are big-ass sunglasses."
"Make a steeple..."
"Look, it's just a preview of Cirque du Soleil -- O, everybody!"
"How many pairs of perfect tits can we see?"
"I hope you have a pile-of-shit hand. Pai gow!"
"It's Canal Thalia!"
"OK, OK, coal mine mouth!"
"I love you guys... thanks... thanks... I love you guys... bye... awww...awww... awww..."
"So what's Calico like?"
"Your food smells armpitty."
We ate at Hotel San Remo more times than we should have. The Island Buffet at Tropicana features a pasta bar with many possibilities. Same thing with the mirror on the ceiling over the king-sized bed in the Tropicana suite. Rumjungle is a fantastic spectacle more than it is an accessible bar. A chocolate cake shot really does taste like it. The Cheeseburger Stand at the Aladdin maintains a lot of false advertising. Baker, with the World's Largest Thermometer, is a veritable hole. 99.5 is the only radio station between Las Vegas and Barstow.
I'm glad I didn't miss the closing ceremonies of the Olympics. The Italian part was particularly appealing to me, and I was so pleased to see Elisa and Irene Grandi perform. I was very moved by the whole thing. I read a scathing article on Michelle Kwan online opining that she has a very sketchy future following these Games, basically saying she's too old to continue and she's always buckled when it mattered. The press has been continuously harsh and has been both a boon and detriment to her career. I'm trying to redirect this negative energy, this depression, into studying more. I just need to get obsessed over something else.
See you in Torino, 2006!
posted by Lucy Sloan @ 11:40 PM
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