In Vegas
So we managed to yet again pack a trailer with all of our stuff and haul it for about three hours between Cedar and Vegas. (My dear husband is good enough to not complain about the packing or the loading or the hauling.)
And you know, there are lots of really cool things about Las Vegas. Genuinely cool. Like The Blue Man Group (seriously--freaking awesome). Like the Bellagio water show. Seriously and undeniably cool.
But I think about the billions of dollars that have gone and continue to go into making this ridiculous city look the way it does. How much money is poured into keeping thousands and thousands of gallons of water in the middle of the freaking desert. And don't get me wrong, I love being here with my family and looking at all the shiny lights, but there are a lot of things I've seen over the last couple days that just make me kind of sick to be here. Kind of sick that this place actually exists. Like the sidewalks lined with guys (and the occasional woman) wearing shirts that say "GIRLS GIRLS GIRLS direct to you in 20 minutes" and handing out cards with porn on them. The cards blow around and cover the sidewalks and get stuck in the gutters. I have a habit of looking down when I walk that I may very well have broken by the end of the week.
And again, it's quite a bit of fun to be here. But Alun's already gone on to California--left all of three hours ago--and now it just doesn't feel right to be without him.
I'm meeting him in LA on Friday; it'll be the longest we've been apart since we got married. ;_;
And you know, there are lots of really cool things about Las Vegas. Genuinely cool. Like The Blue Man Group (seriously--freaking awesome). Like the Bellagio water show. Seriously and undeniably cool.
But I think about the billions of dollars that have gone and continue to go into making this ridiculous city look the way it does. How much money is poured into keeping thousands and thousands of gallons of water in the middle of the freaking desert. And don't get me wrong, I love being here with my family and looking at all the shiny lights, but there are a lot of things I've seen over the last couple days that just make me kind of sick to be here. Kind of sick that this place actually exists. Like the sidewalks lined with guys (and the occasional woman) wearing shirts that say "GIRLS GIRLS GIRLS direct to you in 20 minutes" and handing out cards with porn on them. The cards blow around and cover the sidewalks and get stuck in the gutters. I have a habit of looking down when I walk that I may very well have broken by the end of the week.
And again, it's quite a bit of fun to be here. But Alun's already gone on to California--left all of three hours ago--and now it just doesn't feel right to be without him.
I'm meeting him in LA on Friday; it'll be the longest we've been apart since we got married. ;_;