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Las-Vegas – The City From our Dreams – Part I
Las-VegasBeing in the USA we decided to go to Las-Vegas. I always thought why do people go there? Besides, if you aren’t a hazardous man. You won’t put a bullet in your head, right? wrong! we got into our car and started to go to Los-Afromes, a way out of the city. The traffic was very, very Las Vegas bad: hundreds of cars were stopped on the road. We were traveling with a European friend, lifting a bottle of Las Vegas white wine in his hand. Las-Vegas must be very near to Los-Awhere, it was a short distance. When we drove off the highway, we met a nice couple whose house was across from ours. They didn’t live there, but they had a nice place in Mesquite, where they were renting rooms. After the  Las Vegas pleasant dinner, my European friend and I talked about marriage. It seems that I have seriously propositioned my girl friend. By the way, she now considers me to be her husband. The fortune teller appeared and said that my friend was very attractive. I told her that I would gladly take her in exchange for my land in Florida. The fortune teller then told us to drive over to Mangaroo Island. The girl would be my husband. We were standing there when our landmate showed up. She was gorgeous! She was washing pants in a tub of warm water. She handed a bottle of juice to me. I drank some. We waited and drank some more. The landmate said she would show our house to us. They rented a nicer room, but the landmate was a bit unsure about showing the house, so she started to feel my bonnet. It was hot. The smell was even hotter. My bonnet was in flames! We went outside to the patio. The juice was smokey. The girl was setting a table while she and her husband watched soccer on TV. I looked over at my husband, who was ignoring the football, and two beautiful children, who were playing hide and seek. I asked the landmate if she was setting us up for failure. She looked up from the ground and answered, “Of course not! Our daughter is very beautiful.” I couldn’t help smiling.   Las Vegas

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That evening we ate at Zola, an Italian restaurant. We had an excellent meal. The meal arrived in a chilled bottle, in a clay pot, with three kinds of cheeses, two kinds of pasta, numerous truffles, a bouquet of exotic flowers and a rim of whipped cream. Wine had been specifically ordered. There had been no forewarning of this meal, and neither had our landlady, who only put it on the menu late at night, calling us after midnight, as we were celebrating our new life together.

We were asked to return to our room, as we were needed to dinner. We readily agreed. Our private dining area had been the saving Grace. We were wearing western clothes, and she thought we were wearing Japanese. There was no question of the distinction between our two countries, we wore the same clothes. Las Vegas

I felt like I was entering a personal Hell, as I was picked up, thrown into a situation, and asked to eat with thevils. I chew and swallow the food as provided. I had forgotten to bring any dessert, and there was no time to temper my palate. I’m a cephalopod, and as such, had little understanding of concepts such as hunger. My companion had gone to the grocery store three days earlier; when he returned with the food, it was in the refrigerator. I, on the other hand, had more than enough time to learn what we were hungry for.

“I’ll have what,” I stated simply.  Las Vegas

“I’ll have what,” my companion repeated, going into the kitchen and returning with two loaves of bread.

“I’ll have what,” I repeated, turning to the landlady.

“I’ll have what,” and the same goes for me, “and you’ll have what.” Having nothing in particular in mind, I focused only on the bread. I wouldn’t buy bread again. I’ll remember to buy from the grocery store. Having an idea as to what I was going to eat, how it would be prepared, and how it could be purchased, had been a little liberating.

Much too soon I was home again, but this time I was in a hotel in Orlando, Florida, not in my native California. It took a little while to get used to the three-anged-up room, until I discovered that it was just three axes. Everything was three-anged, and so was the toilet seat. The dollar-asuver was three-anged as well, and so was the phone.  Las Vegas

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