Here in Las Vegas, there are fireworks exploding in my 21st floor window. At nine o'clock, it is light as day outside. They started at seven, and I have a fear that they're going to go on and on. I am stuck in my bedroom, suffering from food poisoning, and I go back and forth from my window to my bed: closing the blinds, lying down, hearing the blasts of the fireworks, the blasts of the cannons, going back to the window and staring out of it, closing the blinds, and so on. I take occassional breaks from this little game to run to the bathroom to vomit. I was thinking, earlier, how typical this was, me being sick and the world below me rejoicing, dancing in the "dry heat" and laughing all the way to the Luxor. What bad luck! But then, who in their right mind comes to Las Vegas expecting anything else?
Posted by mcl at May 18, 2005 01:31 AMMikey--
I'm SO SORRY you have food poisoning-- I've had enough of it in my life and it's absolute hell. I'm sorry that Vegas for you isn't the big wonderful joke that it's really meant to be. You should be out there delighting in the ridiculousness of "adult" entertainment, making fun of fake EVERYTHING!
I read "The Poet", and I'm glad you finally put something up for me to read-- after years of asking! I will comment through a non-publicly. Promise!
Posted by: Jessica at May 18, 2005 03:37 PM