The Vegas Adventure

We hitched from San Francisco to Ventura in two days. We got a few rides from women, one a mother and one a psychic, and the rest were men of different, casual occupations. Our night on the road was spent in a field about 50 yards off from a truck stop parking lot. We were surrounded by trees and the ground was soft. The late night employee offered us free showers and hot dogs but we opted for coffees to save for the morning.

Once in Ventura, we got all cleaned up. We sat around my sisters house and watched movies and "I Love New York" on VH1 (for which we're having a "new episode" party tonight, nachos and champagne, the whole house). That's about it.

SO WE WENT TO VEGAS!!!!!!!!

Vegas is the toxic shit on the bottom of my shoe.

Let's see. My aunt Laura's wedding to Mr. Ken Aydelott was fun and great. I love ceremonies and rituals that reinforce love. We saw David Spade after the wedding, he was in a golf cart at the country club. Leanne's first celebrity sighting! Ha.......

But really, Vegas is a city that only humans could survive in. There is no sustainable anything on that little island of neon, and you can't get a bight to eat for under $10. Luckily we picked up some beers before we got to the strip to keep us rightfully buzzed (when I was sober in Vegas I wanted to cry constantly). But even so, CASINOS ARE THE WORST POSSIBLE PLACE TO HAVE A HANGOVER, AND EVERY HOTEL IS A GODDAMN CASINO. I almost puked all over my $12 omelett. What is more, Vegas is so densely populated with tourists that I couldn't make it 10 feet without high-fiving some college bro. So I wore my sunglasses and kept my head down so all that I had to deal with was "WHATS THE MATTER? YOURE IN VEGAS!!! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" which was just ridiculous enough to be tolerable in it's irony. Thanks to Grandma for providing my entire family with everything, by the way.

We're back in Ventura now, about to head back north.