I’m leaving Las Vegas in April.
The longest I ever planned to live
in this stationary gypsy camp - filled with entertainers, thugs, hustlers, whores,
addicts, lawyers, gamblers, thieves, and Mormons - was two years. In April, I’ll have
been here for two years and five months.
Wow, that went fast.
My first weekend here a friend told
me not to lose my dignity to all the shiny objects of Vegas that would be
dangled in front of me. “Ohh! So shiny! I want!”
I responded: “Nah, I can always get
my dignity back once I leave Vegas.” Well, hell, the time has almost come to
pick my dignity up, dust it off, and see if it still looks any good on me. I
doubt my dignity will fit anymore, but once I break it in, I think I’ll be able to make
it look cool enough when paired with my fancy, expensive, Vegas shoes. What’s
that saying? “If you love something let it go…”
But losing my religion was worthwhile because: I wrote a book, of which I am proud, that’ll be out this month; went to Costa
Rica to became a yoga instructor http://www.froglotusyoga.com/retreats/retreats.htm; went to three of the worlds best EDM festivals http://electricdaisycarnival.com/ http://ultramusicfestival.com/; dated a Jersey Boy
And I took two road trips with my
friends to the Grand Canyon.
There are other great and terrible things I did in the neon darkness, but you’ll have to buy my book if you want to know about those. I hope you do buy my book. I’m not very good at much else other than writing… and there’s still a long way to go to be as good as I’d like to be at writing.
These are the things I’ll miss about
Las Vegas:
1) The
Facebook President of the World
He makes the
crushing poverty of Vegas look like fun. He supports Palestine, Occupy
Wallstreet, whistles, bicycles, and dry humping the air. I’m a big fan.
2) Movie
night.
Every Tuesday at
11:30 pm, I watch movies with a group of dirty silly bastards in a wicked cool
mansion.
We tell horribly offensive jokes, eat food that’s really bad for us,
and stand in a semi circle. I make the popcorn when
Perry isn’t there.
3) My
girlfriends.
They’re amongst
the coolest girls I’ve ever met. They’re beautiful, crazy, hilarious,
intelligent freethinkers… I love them so much. Anything I did in Vegas was made
better by their existence.
4) Tourists
What you do on
your crazy once-in-a-lifetime vacation, I do on Wednesdays. Having the option
to do whatever I want with people I’ll never see again with no consequences to
my day-to-day existence is a terrible influence on my behavior, but also pretty
amazing. I don’t know any of their names, nor do I care, and they think my name
is Molly, but damn we’ve all had some really terrific times together.
5) Pretending
to be a VIP
Being a young girl
in Vegas is better than being a rich old dude in Vegas… and being a rich old
dude in Vegas is freaking awesome. During the week, I can go to any nightclub
for free, or even get paid to go to a nightclub. People have even given me
money to gamble. The amount of free stuff I’ve gotten is in the 10s (if not
100s) of thousands of dollars (Unfortunately most of that money is made up of
party cabanas, bottle service, and other VIP meaningless glitter crap – I still
have to pay my own rent).
Don’t worry, I wont be young forever. Someday, I’ll need to have a good personality. But… not yet.
Don’t worry, I wont be young forever. Someday, I’ll need to have a good personality. But… not yet.
6) My
gym – LVAC
I’ve been a yoga
instructor for almost two years now. I teach at LVAC. Yoga has changed my life
in the most wonderful unexpected ways. I am a better person for my yoga
practice, and I hope there’s never a time in my life when I’m not teaching
yoga. LVAC is THE BEST. I love it there. I’m obsessed with the steam room. I go
there pretty much everyday. I have a blog about the steam room that I need to
start up again before I leave. http://todayinthesteamroom.blogspot.com/
Also, I have a
free gym membership, free towels, and a discount at the gym smoothie/juice place. Namaste.
And these are a few
of my favorite things. I’m sure gonna miss this stinky hell hole.