Hey!
Had a fantastic time! Went on vacation on the 26th with my parents to four days in Las Vegas followed by four days at Disneyland. And we know what happens when Christa goes to somewhere new. I don't believe in the casual, "I went to Las Vegas and Anaheim.. it was cool." My friends, this is.. a RAMBLE! Watch out.
I hate naps TO DEATH (if i could i'd shoot them in their belly buttons), so the eight-hour drives were torture: "I don't want to sleep, but there's nothing else to do!" Somehow, SOMEHOW, I didn't sleep the entire time and I don't regret it at all. The delicate curves of the mountains and the forests of Joshua Trees and the vast deserts were quite a sight. Now, I personally didn't find the Joshua Trees that overwhelming in numbers, or that attractive, yet they entranced me beyond imagination, I couldn't keep my eyes off them, off their tangled branches and thinking of the legend that they existed since the existence of Jesus Christ and that if you injure a Joshua Tree, you're cursed for a not very long life. During a voyage out of the truck in the middle of no where to take a photo of the Joshua Trees, a man in his truck stopped over for a second to see if I was okay. I thought that was the niftiest thing, but when I told my parents about it and of how cool it was, they scoffed and said, "That wasn't that nice. I bet your body would've been found in the desert after he picked you up for a ride." I was shocked. Who knows, maybe they were right, but I couldn't believe that they could have such little faith in a person they didn't even know. He thought I was in distress and was trying to be a good person. If I ever lose hope in people, please.. just shoot me.
At Las Vegas, the first night that we were there, there was casino visiting like MAD, but then we couldn't find any available rooms anywhere because it was too late at night, so we were forced to make our own makeshift five-star hotel: OUR TRUCK!!! Slept in the truck at three in the morning at one of the hotel parking lots and woke up at dawn for a grand two hours of sleep before we ventured to more casinos. Eventually we came across our 3 p.m. reservation check-in at Luxor (which was the coolest thing: there's this light that shoots out of the top of the hotel pyramid that doesn't seem to end no matter how far up you look) and things were a-ok.
Now, I LOVE tourist spots and places where everything is built upwards (because that is a wonderous sight). So I have this absolute infatuation with the sleepless Strip at Las Vegas, of all the "pointless things with a purpose", sights and gargantuan things throughout the casinos made purely for the sake of making the casino a tourist spot. The extravagant trio of fountains at Excalibur, the two-story tall eagle carrying a giant replica of the Liberty Bell at Bellagio, the simple yet intricate waterfall over a smooth marble being watched by four statues, standing in the rippling lake at the Wynn. The roof of glass flowers and the multitudes of crystal chandeliers. They're all so captivating to me. And the men--yes, this may be fairly strange coming from me--but stop my heart, the men, they were gorgeous. Then the malls! Oh God, the malls! They were amazing. I am pretty broke now. And I've never been happier. Somehow, people mistook me for being twenty-one so I was able to snoop through the entire casinos (the guards occasionally even said "hello" and "good luck" to me) and witness everything that I probably wouldn't have been able to with my parents distracted with what people over 21 are often distracted with at casinos.
After my experience there, I don't get people that go there, come back, and say, "Yeah. Las Vegas was okay." (yes, joeve, one of those people are YOU)
After Las Vegas and an additional night at Primm (where I saw the Bonnie and Clyde car!), we went to (dun duh!) Disneyland! Which was just, oh God, it still takes my breath away. I'm a Disney fan, I admit it. I like to go lying that I'm not every now and then when I'm around Disney-haters (damn you!) but I'm a guilty Disney fan (except when they make remakes of those precious classic animations. i can't believe they remade cinderella and tarzan! OH GOD!). So those days were paradise for me. There just is no experience quite like walking down the beyond crowded Main Street, hearing Disney compositions overhead, and walking into the main plaza that connect the different worlds that Walt Disney created fifty years ago. There's that unstoppable smile (or at least i sure as hell had one) at the simple idea of being there, at the happiest place on earth [(c) Disney]. Now, if anyone's planning to go to Disneyland within the next few years, watch Fantasmic! WATCH IT, IT'S FABULOUS! Not just because of that, but Disneyland also spends $75,000 a night for free spectacular shows for the nifty tourists, so go to make them happy.. and yourself happy. And then buy the soundtrack for Fantasmic because I love the music. Yes.. just because I love it.
And now I'm home. Went to "Day on the Zone" and saw Anna Nalick, Howie Day, Nikka Costa, Better Than Ezra, and Collective Soul on Sunday, which was awesome, besides that damned heat and the $3 water.
>_< Then my mouse died.. R.I.P. Charlie..
I actually have a lot more to say because it's been a while but.. I'm feeling lazy now. This typing thing was a lot funner an hour-and-a-half ago.
Today's lesson: The impossible happens.. sometimes even without you wanting it to.
a small collection of imperfect dreams
Bye for now.