ghost riders
I’m fairly convinced that depsite looking like an elf, my life is very enviable. I had the privelidge of yet another great western adventure, this time in a lumbering volvo and with three exceptional lady friends.
The Grand Canyon was the final destination, but who are 4 20-year-old girls to resist the power of glittering, glamourous sleaze? We had to go to Las Vegas first. We decked outselves out in hilarious head to toe Wet Seal “finery” and strutted down the strip, slipping every so often on thousands of pornography pamphlets, smoking our way through 4 dazzling and somewhat depressing casinos. After a few beautiful desert landscapes we were at the Canyon and I stood there completely awestruck while the girls’ chapped hands struggled with cameras. Several hours of delerium and 1 flat tire later, I arrived home, completely sick and satisfied to some lovin’ arms at 4am on 411 Broadway Street.
I am an incredibley lucky gal.
The Grand Canyon was the final destination, but who are 4 20-year-old girls to resist the power of glittering, glamourous sleaze? We had to go to Las Vegas first. We decked outselves out in hilarious head to toe Wet Seal “finery” and strutted down the strip, slipping every so often on thousands of pornography pamphlets, smoking our way through 4 dazzling and somewhat depressing casinos. After a few beautiful desert landscapes we were at the Canyon and I stood there completely awestruck while the girls’ chapped hands struggled with cameras. Several hours of delerium and 1 flat tire later, I arrived home, completely sick and satisfied to some lovin’ arms at 4am on 411 Broadway Street.
I am an incredibley lucky gal.