Sunday, March 29, 2009

Viva Las Vegas.

Alin and I got back from Las Vegas today. Thank God. I love Vegas — I do. Just in small, even minuscule doses. It's always enjoyable to visit any town, especially if you know someone who lives there. And boy, do I.

Three close friends of mine, whom I grew with, are now all residents of the city of Las Vegas. Sako and Rupen – both dentists live together as roomies. Edward, a surgeon in training, lives on his own near his place of work (I forget the name, but it's apparently where they took Tupac after he got shot up).

Anyway, these guys are some of my dearest friends. I've known Sako since I was 6 or 8 or however old you are in 2nd grade. Rupen and Edward are friends I grew up around, but didn't really befriend until 9th or 10th grade. Unfortunately, Rupen was in LA seeing someone off back to Argentina so this weekend was filled with adventures with Sako, Ed, and the wife and I.

Side note, the TV is on in the other room and I just want to tell everyone how much I love Easter – because every year I get to enjoy that classic Cadberry Egg commercial. I find nothing more entertaining then a lion in bunny ears – seriously.

Back to the main topic. So Alin and I had a lot of fun in Vegas. Friday we went bar hopping and were remained obnoxious towards the natives. It's interesting that I forget how much I hate LA until I'm surrounded by those tools who drive around in fancy cars, where their too tight Abercrombie and Fitch shirts and glasses that make them look like idiots – oh yes, and there's that stupid greasy bed head hair do that they all of. Losers.

Saturday we remained completely useless. Alin and I left our hotel room around noon for some "breakfast" which ended up actually being a walking tour. Famished, we finally landed at Augustus' Cafe at Caesar's Palace. Be warned, it's steep. I've never paid $50 for 2 plates of eggs, bacon, and hashbrowns (with a side of english muffins) before.

After breakie, Alin and I walked over to Paris for some desert. We heard that the eclairs are to die for.

Once we got back to the hotel, Alin took a power nap while I tried to meet up with the boys at the pool. Unfortunately, the pool was barricaded by body guards and a $40 cover charge. They had parked themselves at Bare, the nightclub of pool lounges, and I only had 30 minutes for a drink. I wrangled, my friends wrangled. Sako name dropped but they weren't having it. In the end, they gave me a comp to get in because they accidently tossed Sako's beverage – but alas it was too late, we had already made the decision to move on.

I did end up getting my drink with Sako. Edward, drunk and hungry, slinked off to In 'n' Out. Sako and I reminisced about our lives, where are friends are, what the future holds for each of us. It was very... thought provoking.

Alin, feeling refreshed, joined us in the lobby, at which point we parted ways with Sako. Alin and I decided to go check out the "Secret Garden" before our evening show.

First off, it's not so secret if there are signs everywhere telling you where to find it. Second off, if you love yourself, or the well being of other animals, don't go see it – please. The animals themselves are plenty cute and interesting. It's just that the habitat is depressing.

There were leopards and lions, and tigers about, but their living spaces were as cramped as my old San Francisco apartment. It was sad to see these glorious animals confined into what felt like prison cells.

The next time we see these animals, it's going to be on a safari in Africa where they actually get to run free, catch their prey, and make babies — in the wild. Unfortunately, the only Mirage these animals see is their former lives flashing through their mind as they lazily dream away while basking in the sun.

Later that night, Alin and I got to enjoy the main attraction of our trip — the Cirque du Soleil Beatles LOVE show. We had front row seats, which were a little overwhelming. We literally made eye contact with the performers while in the middle of their feats of danger. It dawned us about half way through the show that if they made the smallest of mistakes, we could be participants in a mound of pain filled flesh and broken bone — scary.

I do have to say though, being a huge fan of the Beatles, the show could have sucked and I wouldn't have known it. I just sang along while being overwhelmed with acrobatics and contortionists doing their thing.

All in all, the trip was great. We laughed a lot, and that's always good for the soul.

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