the city of sin-family style!
so i got back late last night from las vegas with my mom and it was fun, but also kind of lame. we went with her cousins that were visiting from japan and seriously, if you thought i was bad with taking pictures, they took pictures of EVERYTHING. not just the buildings and regular tourist stuff, but pictures of us waiting to check in, pictures of us getting a rental car, pictures of every single plate of food they ate, seriously it was ridiculous.
we saw love, the beatles cirque du soleil and it was A.M.A.Z.I.N.G. it was so cool to watch and i had so many moments when i remembered how much i love their music. the only annoying thing was that the workers all had really terrible fake british accents. i mean, wtf can't these people pick up a dialect tape or something? i guess its supposed to make the whole thing more of an experience, but it completely took me out of it. but the gift shop was orgasmic and i bought a shirt for $6 which i am pretty proud of seeing as how most of the shirts were upwards of 45.
we stayed at the paris hotel which was really cool inside, they made it look like the streets of paris, with a fake arc de triomphe and a fake eiffel tower of course. we went to the top and the best part was the ticket stub which had a little part that read, i kid you not "no impromptu weddings."
it was cool because some broadway shows were in vegas, including spamalot with john o hurley and the producers with freakin tony danza. i really wanted to see one of them, but my stupid japanese cousins don't speak english so it would not have been fun for them or something. boo. we ended up seeing something called legends in concert which is a show with celebrity impersonators that included a shiteous gwen stefani, ricky martin and whitney houston and elvis. it was fun after i realized that these people aren't good because they're not the real people. after that is was better.
my little brother drove me crazy the whole weekend and i'm pretty sure my mom, brother and cousins saw a magic show with a guy who used to be my substitute teacher. and he is also lance burton's cousin.
in other news, i had a bit of car trouble, aka i sideswiped someone in my mom's car. it really sucks because it was totally stupid and totally my fault and on a street i drive down every day. the car is not in very bad shape, only a small part between the front wheel and headlight is dented, but now i feel like shit bc even though my mom and dad aren't really acting mad, i know my mom doesn't trust me anymore. and apparently the whole insurance thing is all fucked up and making me freak out. and i am unemployed and now i am worried about if my mom will even let me drive the car.
and especially after the whole big deal she made about not wanting me to drive to sd by myself a few weeks ago, i thought she would finally trust me, but i guess that's out the window. and it makes me feel like i shouldn't even be allowed to drive anymore. i guess we'll have to find another dd this year. and i guess i might as well start drinking.
and now this is the end of my rant. thank you and goodnight!
ps- seriously can't wait until i move back down to school, this whole summer has made me realize that i can no longer handle spending every day with my family.
we saw love, the beatles cirque du soleil and it was A.M.A.Z.I.N.G. it was so cool to watch and i had so many moments when i remembered how much i love their music. the only annoying thing was that the workers all had really terrible fake british accents. i mean, wtf can't these people pick up a dialect tape or something? i guess its supposed to make the whole thing more of an experience, but it completely took me out of it. but the gift shop was orgasmic and i bought a shirt for $6 which i am pretty proud of seeing as how most of the shirts were upwards of 45.
we stayed at the paris hotel which was really cool inside, they made it look like the streets of paris, with a fake arc de triomphe and a fake eiffel tower of course. we went to the top and the best part was the ticket stub which had a little part that read, i kid you not "no impromptu weddings."
it was cool because some broadway shows were in vegas, including spamalot with john o hurley and the producers with freakin tony danza. i really wanted to see one of them, but my stupid japanese cousins don't speak english so it would not have been fun for them or something. boo. we ended up seeing something called legends in concert which is a show with celebrity impersonators that included a shiteous gwen stefani, ricky martin and whitney houston and elvis. it was fun after i realized that these people aren't good because they're not the real people. after that is was better.
my little brother drove me crazy the whole weekend and i'm pretty sure my mom, brother and cousins saw a magic show with a guy who used to be my substitute teacher. and he is also lance burton's cousin.
in other news, i had a bit of car trouble, aka i sideswiped someone in my mom's car. it really sucks because it was totally stupid and totally my fault and on a street i drive down every day. the car is not in very bad shape, only a small part between the front wheel and headlight is dented, but now i feel like shit bc even though my mom and dad aren't really acting mad, i know my mom doesn't trust me anymore. and apparently the whole insurance thing is all fucked up and making me freak out. and i am unemployed and now i am worried about if my mom will even let me drive the car.
and especially after the whole big deal she made about not wanting me to drive to sd by myself a few weeks ago, i thought she would finally trust me, but i guess that's out the window. and it makes me feel like i shouldn't even be allowed to drive anymore. i guess we'll have to find another dd this year. and i guess i might as well start drinking.
and now this is the end of my rant. thank you and goodnight!
ps- seriously can't wait until i move back down to school, this whole summer has made me realize that i can no longer handle spending every day with my family.