All I Saw Were Lights
To sum up my birthday celebration, it was both pleasant and expensive. My mom always has her assortment of gifts she gives to me, but my Max by far topped her and everyone else: he gave me four days in Las Vegas at the MGM Grand... and I made it cost him more than he thought it would. I pushed the limits so much that Max made it quite clear this was not just my 21st birthday gift, but also my Christmas, Valentine's Day, and 22nd birthday gift. I do not think I can expect anything from him for the next two years. I love him madly.
And the funny thing is the money did not go toward what one would think a newly-turned-21-year-old would spend money on - I neither gambled nor drank. No, I played the gaudy card and went to shows and clubs instead. Two Cirque du Soleil shows (including the Beatles themed one, "Love") and a night at Studio 54 - they were my ecstasy and my Max' torture. Well, he thought he was going to be tortured by it all (he is straight after-all), but Vegas sure makes you drop your jaw when you enter a theater or nightclub - you can't help but to be in awe by the magnitude of everything. Stages were flipping upside down, fire was emerging from walls, half-naked women were spinning on hoops in the air, and dozens of men were in make-up!
OH! And while walking the neon-lit streets one night I could have sworn I saw Travis Parker, former drummer of Blink-182. I only saw his face at a glance, but by his mohawk and tattoo-covered body, I could have sworn it was him. Plus, he was accompanied by some huge dude who could have very well been a needed bodyguard for his celebrity self. I attempted to follow him to confirm my belief, but he held a far more quicker pace than I could keep up with. I am going to say it was Travis and leave it at that.
I do still have one more gift to look forward to. Before watching his money slip away, Max bought us tickets to the upcoming White Stripes concert, woo hoo! Finally! I am seeing a band whom I adore and are still recent enough to not be broken up yet... or dead. I think I wished for Jack White on last year's birthday candles. ;-)
And the funny thing is the money did not go toward what one would think a newly-turned-21-year-old would spend money on - I neither gambled nor drank. No, I played the gaudy card and went to shows and clubs instead. Two Cirque du Soleil shows (including the Beatles themed one, "Love") and a night at Studio 54 - they were my ecstasy and my Max' torture. Well, he thought he was going to be tortured by it all (he is straight after-all), but Vegas sure makes you drop your jaw when you enter a theater or nightclub - you can't help but to be in awe by the magnitude of everything. Stages were flipping upside down, fire was emerging from walls, half-naked women were spinning on hoops in the air, and dozens of men were in make-up!
OH! And while walking the neon-lit streets one night I could have sworn I saw Travis Parker, former drummer of Blink-182. I only saw his face at a glance, but by his mohawk and tattoo-covered body, I could have sworn it was him. Plus, he was accompanied by some huge dude who could have very well been a needed bodyguard for his celebrity self. I attempted to follow him to confirm my belief, but he held a far more quicker pace than I could keep up with. I am going to say it was Travis and leave it at that.
I do still have one more gift to look forward to. Before watching his money slip away, Max bought us tickets to the upcoming White Stripes concert, woo hoo! Finally! I am seeing a band whom I adore and are still recent enough to not be broken up yet... or dead. I think I wished for Jack White on last year's birthday candles. ;-)