Day 15: My Vacation

Yes. It rained. It rained in Las Vegas. There was flooding. It rained in Mexico. There were landslides. It rained on the ocean coming back from Mexico. Ships sunk. It rained in Los Angeles. There were mudslides. I ate little. I drank alot. These are just the highlights. It was fun.

My mom, my little mom who never drinks, drank about 7 or 8 Singapore Slings in Las Vegas. I found her winning at the Playboy slots, oblivious to the naked shadow dancing girls. Waving to Bobby Darin and Frank Sinatra as they walked by. Telling the cute Irish dudes to bet on red at the roulette table(the colour of her underwear, I'm sure of it). We never slept. I was okay with that until we left Vegas for Los Angeles. Something about flying over the Sierra Madres on a small excuse for an aircraft full of hungover passengers, explaining every noise to them so that they would stop hugging their knees, and promising that we weren't going to die. It was touch and go for a while, I wasn't really sure myself. It was good to land, even with the cabin depressurization screaming like a cat in heat. I figured we didn't need the oxygen anymore, anyway. Sleep is good.

Los Angeles. Santa Monica and Venice beach. Omigod. The medicinal marijuana does wonders for Californians. I have to tell you about the UFO cafe. I thought it was going to be some trendy art cafe. Turned out it was an actual departure lounge. For space. We were the only ones without tagged luggage. And a passport. An earth's passport. Or an intergalactic multi-pass. Good cappucino, though.

Mexico. Well. I'm done with Mexico. The candy. The men. Not so hot anymore. My condolensces to those who got stuck in the mudslide. Not so much to the blonde girl who fell off her bike on the offroad biking adventure. HAHAHA. She was really quite nice, just don't know why I found that moment of the vacation funny and her to pick on. Maybe because the brakes on my bike snapped and flew off at that point and it was between her or me. I'm glad it was her. My mom had already fell in donkey shit twice at that point. I'm not sure what kind of shit I fell in. But it was someone else's turn.

Going back to sleep. Because I can. Because I'm unemployed and I can. And I've just discovered that I can pay my bar tab with my Visa.