Coyote's Canyon Journal

"Now I see the secret of the making of the best persons. It is to grow in the open air and to eat and sleep with the earth." -- Walt Whitman, Song of the Open Road

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I enjoy writing. I don't actually make a living with my English degree, so I keep a blog for fun. The blog is first draft, and as a former editor I apologize for any weird errors that may be present. I do not apologize for writing about things that matter to me. Thanks for reading.

Friday, July 29, 2005

Back from Vegas

The wedding chapel where I got married is about to be bulldozed. Things just don't age anymore in Las Vegas. It's like the logic in "Logan's Run;" if it's over 30, it has to be destroyed. So there sits the little chapel, all closed up, landscaping dead, a tall fence around it all, and I wonder... is this some dire omen?

All in all, it was a good two-day visit. Hubby and I met my parents there, since mom just hates coming to visit me here, where I actually live. Oddly enough, so does my mother-in-law. They both hate this town (not as much as I do at times, I'm sure). I also had the pleasure of seeing two aunts from California that I don't see enough, as well as a cousin that I had not seen since the 80's.

The last night we were there, my husband and I stayed up late, went to the Riviera and won some, ran back to the Westward Ho and got two of the biggest shots of Patron I have ever seen, and then proceeded to go across the Strip to Wynn, the new mega-resort and casino that just opened. It was 2:30 a.m. and we skipped into the main foyer to maintenance guys watering plants...as we wound our way back to the casino, it was pretty empty, as it was Monday night/Tuesday morning, and we found some nickle slots and played a little. Suddenly my husband gets up and wants to go to the high-limit slots. So we go, where we play a $50 a hand poker machine and walk out winners. It was 3:30 a.m. at this point; we had to get up and meet my parents for coffee in five hours. We meant to get a final photo of our wedding chapel, but somehow that idea got lost in the tequila haze and winning adrenalin rush.

That morning we said our good-byes and went immediatly to Trader Joe's. Sweet Jesus I love that store! I don't care where we move, but I have lived rough enough for the last few years that one of my demands is a Trader Joe's within an hour of my house. Santa Fe is looking better and better, since they just built a TJ's.

So I've been back from Vegas since late Tuesday night (we saw a BEAR in the road just outside of town--a BEAR! No one sees bears here; it's rare), but I have had some trouble getting back into the swing of things as far as writing or caring about writing, at all. It was a good break from getting too focused on the internet. And it was hot. Dear GOD was it hot. Anyway...that's about it. I just had to write something to get the brain cells and the fingers back into the groove.


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