Twenty bucks and two beers later I was drunk. Seven Eleven had come through, making it the best pay off in Vegas so far. Our shopping list was simple; styrofoam cooler, case of beer, sun block, chips, and condoms. We were like warpped boyscouts; Las Vegas troop 666. Ready for anything that could happen that day. We hit in the shade on the east side of the pool. The sun, still rising, was blocked on that side by a wing of the Palace Station. The AAPR crowd was awake. They were leaving their coffee pots looking for winning slots. A few of the retirees, not inclined to gamble found their way to the pool, presumably looking for an excape from the overindulgence inside the casino. Was in too early to seriously commit oneself to gambling? Was it too early to start drinking heavily? It didn't matter, we had already decided. Commitment we had, it was common since, sobriety, and reason we lacked.
The old ladies that had the hutzpa to join us by the pool settled on the west part of the deck. Their modest bathing outfits exposed leathery skin. No doubt these women had been bathing beauties, sun kissed goddesses in their day. I wondered what stories they could tell, what crazy things had they done? Absent mindedly I sipped my beer and put a chip in my mouth. The crunching of cheesy Doritos disrupped my day dreaming and bits of the converstions around me penetrated my conciousness. Schad, the Reverend, and Corazon were back. They hadn't gone anywhere but lack of sleep had supressed their true colors. We had all been on auto pilot for a bit. As their sobriety wained their more endeering traites established their prominance. The four of us are some mouthy fuckin kids. Quick to judge, quick to speak, and quick to insult. Not qualities most would look for in close friends, but drafting a drinking team is different. As long as you don't get into fights with randoms, and /or as long as you've got a big guy like Schad on your team, these are the ideal qualities to look for.
Laying by the pool, the over stimulation of most Las Vegas attractions was muted, we were the most exciting thing outside. Attention focused on why we came. To celebrate finishing those god damned spanish classes, and of course Ryans M-CATS, the reason we pushed the trip back a week. Spanish, the worst 9 weeks of class we've ever had to take. The irony of course being that w/o that torture, the four of us wouldn't have met. Four guys, all involved in greek organizations, all persuing bachlors degrees, all in different class levels. It's amazing that we had not met prior, and yet it's even more amazing that we ever came together.
School was the reason to have this trip, but fun was the agenda.
(unfinished, more to come)
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This was okay, but no where near as good as the wine one or even the other of the last three entries. I didn't like the line that said it was a wonder you had not met. You are in a giant freaking campus! Even if you're identical twin was at UCSB you might not run into them. And the line that then wonders that it was odd you did come together, I think that kind of proves my point. I mean, what does this sentence really mean? It seems to pretentious for me, and "god" knows I love some pretention.
I also thought your description of the guys was odd, they did not seem like people you would really want to be around. At least put they were "up for anything" or something.
There were parts I liked, but it did not compel me as much, the Wine Wrath (and yes I caught it), compelled the shit out of me.
you are a shrewd one, I didn't think you'd miss a nod to Steinbeck. Thanks for reading these and giving me honest feed back. I really appreciate it.
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