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FRIDAY: flight delayed out of burbank. i love flying. knitting in public (airport and plane). fucking brilliant geology; cordy amused. very fucking hot in vegas. i am a delicate midwestern flower. monte carlo. MONO MEANS ONE AND RAIL MEANS RAIL. DYING OF LAUGHTER ON THE MONORAIL. harrah's: vegas of the eighties. man that was coke-fueled. the venetian, which looks just like doges palace in venice. it was lovely and made me all homesick. even the brick in the facade was right. however, there are no slidewalks in venice. plus the canals are real there. the water is totally that creepy color though. the place where we ate dinner for amy's birthday was really nice. also delicious. basically, surprise pho is surprising. amy's tofu was PERFECT NOM. CAESARS PALACE has no apostraphe, but it has a spiral escalator, so i can forgive egregious grammatical errors. (entire weekend approx. 70% simpsons quotes. amy hates us.) the mirage has this great LOVE sign on top. the bellagio has a ceiling made of shrooms. dave snores.
SATURDAY: new york new york is just sort of funny, but i like how the outside looks like a bunch of different buildings. it also contains AMERICA: THE RESTAURANT which is hilarious. paris is pretty on the outside, and 'les' and 'la' everything on the insides. les machines du slot. the sinks in the bathrooms are covered in flowers. v. pretty. "i bet you're a great swimmer." fountain out front felt great in the heat. planet hollywood, which was actually aladdin on the inside. did a nielsen survey, made a whole TWO BUCKS from it. in check form. they cut us checks for $2.00. yeah. do not go see astro boy when it comes out. stopped at H&M where i got a bag (because i hadn't brought one and was feeling it) and yoko's 'imagine peace' shirt which cordy and dave also bought. almost got a pretty brown camisole at the gap, but amy was all 'it won't fit' and then there was misdirected spitefulness. oops. temper. also a hat shop, and a bunch of abc stores. why don't we have those? they're nice. cordy ran off to hang out with eric (clapton) and steve (winwood), so amy and dave and i spent way too long deciding where to eat. ended up at AMERICA: THE RESTAURANT where the music was all by english artists. HA. do not trust our server's hair. great pizza though. ROAD TRIP, brought to you by the big fuckoff map on the ceiling. get a beer in me and all i want to do is see zumanity. spent the evening chillin at the monte carlo because i am a loser. but no, i seriously needed to some knitting and music and recharge time.
SUNDAY: checked out, went downtown. fremont st. was EXCELLENT. it has this big roof over it, which makes it 80-something instead of 100-something. awesome. excellent foods at the golden nugget, colored in bathroom tiles on a keno sheet. lost lissie's quarter and my quarter on a STAR TREK MACHINE DU SLOT. i have no idea what 'line' means, but i can't think of a better way to lose a quarter. i mean, you can't beat Spock. photos on fremont st. of the wavey cowboy and the leg-baring cowgirl. only thing that could have been better was if they had played still haven't found on the pa. baby you're a rich man will have to do. out of town! through 250 miles of desert! at a thrilling average speed of 25mph! holy crap, traffic was terrible. the decision of hitting the in n out in barstow was possibly ill-considered as well. a jillion people were there. argh. in glendora by 10:30, dave drove me to burbank, then took cordy off to the thenewno2, i made it home by 11:45. faceplant into bed.
i've been listening to TripleM all evening and hitting all my homesicky buttons. plus, radio! things i don't normally listen to! yay!