here's to the random weekend of a lifetime.
it was a dismal week, raining, overcast and cold. by the time friday came i was so ready. ready for anything. anything but staying in the dorms another weekend trying to find something more exciting to do than the last. our lodgings fell through in vegas but we went anyway, planning to sleep in the car after we walked up and down the strip. you didn't know fountains could be suggestive, did you? ah, the bellagio. there's something uncannily attractive about a city with a glamorous facade and a base, vulgar foundation. the addictions that live in that city are enough to haunt anyone for a lifetime. the bellagio. the palms. paris las vegas. four seasons. the list goes on. seeing people so attatched to the slots that you can feel something leaving their soul. the hispanic women wearing neon yellow shirts that touting female prostitutes direct to your room and handing out free magazines of girls! girls! girls!. i love the cityscape, i always have and vegas is sensory overload at night. the city's lights are alluring but we don't let anyone too young get trapped. better that senior citizens with no hope left in their lives lift themselves from a scooter to a stool and squander their meagre income away while drooling on themselves. not just them of course, but is that any place for a grandmother? then again, who cares if grandpa gets an std. at least he's happy, whatever that is. vegas. a false sense of security. with so many lights, sounds, pelvic thrusts and erotic movements on life-size screens throughout the city distract the unsuspecting and uncaring away from the sound in the background- waves of coins clattering not into the collection tray beneath the slot machine but instead into the sewers so foul that no one but the government will wade through them. how was vegas? astounding, amazing, confusing, repulsive, attractive, intriguing. in a night. and i want to go back.
To LA. where it's warm and sunny like some sort of twilight zone where i can watch the waves roll in and lap at my toes or do one of the millions of diversions in the city of nearly 100 miles. i never bought a disposable camera, but it's probably for the best that only i can see the mental images i took. the hollywood sign and the stars in the pavement. the hustler girls and hopeful rockers' apartment full of cigarette butts and roaches and beer bottles. not to mention laughs and vulgarities, with the residue and omnipresent echo of hopes and dreams for the future. ben and jerrys pimps and ho's... the rainbow cafe and flyering shows. jokes and good times and 95 miles an hour home. through the cold, wet rain again.
To LA. where it's warm and sunny like some sort of twilight zone where i can watch the waves roll in and lap at my toes or do one of the millions of diversions in the city of nearly 100 miles. i never bought a disposable camera, but it's probably for the best that only i can see the mental images i took. the hollywood sign and the stars in the pavement. the hustler girls and hopeful rockers' apartment full of cigarette butts and roaches and beer bottles. not to mention laughs and vulgarities, with the residue and omnipresent echo of hopes and dreams for the future. ben and jerrys pimps and ho's... the rainbow cafe and flyering shows. jokes and good times and 95 miles an hour home. through the cold, wet rain again.