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Emiliano's Midnight Romp! Pics Or It Didn't Happen. |
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There was something almost poetic about last Thursday night/morning. I ended up waiting for a bus on The Strip while the sun came up. Listening to Daft Punk, and dancing like no one watching, (no one really was) while some homeless guys slept like babies (snoring and everything) on the benches behind me. But how did I get to this? The short answer is I stayed out too late, but that's much too boring. 3nodding
I went to go and hang out with Russell and Sonja, but I ended up being over there past midnight when the buses stopped running for the night. By then, Sonja had gone off to dream land, and Russell suggested I could just spend the night, but I was kind of against it, I wanted to be home, last time I had done that I had to leave early just to get to work on time, and that was kinda uncomfortable.
So I was off for a bus stop that I knew would be running all night. The closest was Tropicana, and it's not really far away, but it's not close, it was going to be a walk. If I remember, I left like around 12:50-ish, I think? That was at....Green Valley and Warm Springs, I made it to Pecos and Tropicana around 3:00, a little after that. Those areas without streetlights are kinda scary, and since there really isn't a sidewalk or an area for pedestrians, I kept looking behind me so I could get out of the way when cars came by, I kept sort of seeing every car as a hopeful bus. The nights are still really hot, so I was sweating and I was tired, so I figured since I was going to get paid, I could try to get something drink at the Rebel, but my card declined it, I guess because I've been in debt for long enough. So I just made it through without, and sat down at the bus stop.
Sitting there was this man, who looked kinda scraggly, drinking a 40 oz. who introduced himself to me as Jim. I shook his hand and introduced myself against my better judgment, but I decided the guy just wanted someone to talk to, and I'd be better than most people and be comfortable with his company. He actually was a really nice guy, he knew his stuff about computers, we even had this discussion about downloading stuff using torrents. He asked me if he could listen to some of my music, since I had had my iPod out to pass the time on that really long walk. I let him listen to The Killers, which he seemed to really enjoy, and I felt good, it seemed he was really grateful to actually be treated as a human being. Out of nowhere though, he just sort of said he was off now, and before the bus showed, he stood up and took off.
I was kinda disheartened because it made me think back to a question I had asked him, becuase he asked me where I was headed and I sent it back to him and he sorta just looked off and said "Nothing, really, it's just the bus I'm going on." sad
Out of nowhere after that, this other guy crosses the street and lights up a cigarette waiting for the bus too, and immediately jumps into this rant to me about how he has to get on the bus, because "I'm so bored at my house, so bored, man, you know?". I never got his name, but I dubbed him Blackemort, because he looked like Lord Voldemort from Harry Potter, just black and with big ears. Yes, I know I'm unforgiving in that description, but that's what he looked like. sweatdrop
The bus finally showed up a little after that performance, so I took it to the Strip since I knew that of course ran 24/7. Plus, I was kinda curious about the nightlife at three in the morning on the Strip. I will say, I wasn't as suprised, even being a local I don't see these things any more than most tourists, but a lot of the night owls are just drunk and lumbering around. A group of guys actually called the police on this other guy because they got into a dispute when one of them bumped into him and couldn't just say "excuse me". rolleyes
I grabbed a free water cup at the McDonald's near the bus and stole me some shot glass soda sips, then walked around for a little while. It looked like they were renovating GameWorks, it's funny, you'd think that things didn't close since it's supposed to be the city that never sleeps, but here I was, staring at the M&M and Coca-Cola Factory to find the doors locked and security guards patrolling the inside. By this point it was going on 4 o'clock, so I sat down and waited for the bus for a minute.
Even though it was so late, the bus was moving at a snail's pace. The best time I think I've had though. A stop after I got on, these two supposedly Russian girls (turned out to Slovenian, silly me) hopped on and started flirting with this blonde, long-haired guy in front of me. One of them had a real potty mouth, but I couldn't help but laugh when she spouted her expletives with that accent (friend told me later europeans enjoy using foul language? wtf?). They pulled out their digital camera and started taking photos of the boy, filming him and asking him questions about how he kept his hair so nice. Then they turned over their camera to me and gave me the "20 question experience", so I told them about myself and where I worked, it was fun, I enjoyed it.
The problem was when they turned the camera towards these two girls behind me, maids going home (who also turned out to be Slovenian). These two rednecks behind them yelled at the girl not to point the camera at them, yadda yadda yadda and all this jazz. The funnier thing was when the girl started cussing them out in English, saying, "I'm not going to ******** film you, I wouldn't waste za camera on your ugly a**, you stupid b*****d." If you've heard those guys from Metalocalypse, that's how they sounded, I couldn't help but lulz. The rednecks got off the bus mumbling, "Look what Bush lets into our country." Idiots. You go crazy a** Slovenian women, rock on!
But yeah, getting off the bus lead me to where I was, dancing at sunrise, and deciding, at that moment, everything in the world just kinda seemed perfect. It really was poetic, corny as it sounds, I wish I had had my camera, would got some good snapshots, I don't think I'm ever going to get it back from Jason. domokun
I got home, inclined to let the world know of my goings-on, so I posted a bulletin on MySpace, and had a thought that I could use a new picture, so I threw on an outfit and jumped in front of my webcam. Tabatha noticed I was up so early, commented me, so I called her up because she had said the day earlier she had to talk to me. We discussed some things I might go over later, but for the most part she was kinda shocked at me being up now, at this point it was almost 6:30. She finally got me off the phone, ordering me to get some sleep, so I did.
But I had to wake up 3 hours later to get ready for work. Poetic justice doesn't get you up any easier. emo
Edible Substance · Mon Jul 23, 2007 @ 10:22am · 5 Comments |
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