What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.
This weekend I took a little trip to Las Vegas. For the most part, I had a great time. I didn't exactly escape my problems, unfortunately, even double digits of Cap't & Coke doesn't stop my mind from sliding through the slick spirals and loops of concepts and people and issues that occupy the space between my neurons. Or maybe the issue is Pai Gow Poker.
Now, I don't know if any of you have played this game, but the best part about it is, you can play for a very long time and not lose too much money. (A supposed fact that I proved COMPLETELY wrong on Sunday before my flight back.) The downside is - lots of wait time. Now when you play Craps, or Blackjack, or even sit and the slot machine mesmorized by the spinning wheels and familiar and comforting sounds, you don't get to think - you avoid your life.
Saturday evening / Sunday morning, I decided to play Blackjack - and I was fine, blissfully playing along, playing recklessly with house money, digesting my wonderful steak dinner while sipping on Glenlivet. It was wonderful - my first true escape from my life.
After going up a few hundred dollars, then back down to my starting amount over a 4 hour period (Next time I'll get rated!) and being somewhat successful trying to hit on the cute girls next to me (were they cute - or was it the Glenlivet?) - I retired to my room, completely unaware of what I was running from.
What happens in Vegas might stay in Vegas, but for me - the escapism was enough.
teabagging
ever since the detox, i haven't had a drip of coffee - which means, i haven't had a drip of coffee in 2005. i realize that several cups a week has me breaking out in canker sores. yet another food allergy discovered, perhaps? one of my favorite things, i will not decline a rich and delicious cuppa joe, but i just have to moderate.
in the meantime, i've been having a field day trying different kinds of teas, and my favorites have been either green or white teas, with jasmine being in my top 5.
there's an amazing tea house in west hollywood called ELIXIR, with a nice and relaxing zen rock garden in the back. every time i go there, i usually get myself a pot of their jasmine pearls, which is one of the most fragrant and delicately delicious jasmine teas around. (fyi. i've recently found the pearls at a chinese herbal shop for much less.) anyhow, they were out of jasmine pearls so i decided to try the drum mountain mist, another green tea from china. i can't even describe this tea in words. it has an ethereal quality, with a slightly nutty and sweet finish.
i recently returned to the chinese herbal shop in monterey park, T.S. EMPORIUM (which is also in chinatown) to find some more interesting tea i can have in the morning. i found CLOUD & MIST premium green tea which is very similar to the one at elixir and just as good. i also found SUMMER JASMINE GREEN, which has become my favorite jasmine next to the pearls.
oh, another amazing thing is - i found empty teabags at little tokyo, so you can pack yr own teabags. i've been packing my own peony bai mudan white tea, summer jasmine, lungching dragon-well, dragon pearls, cloud & mist, and the drum mountain mist tea.
i will never look at tea bags the same way again.
Parking
So WTF is up with people's inability to park?
One badly parked car, affects the next parked car, and so on and the butterfly effect becomes true. An entire row of badly parked cars. Some might argue is the same as an entire row of well parked cars - but instead of all the cars being poorly parked but evenly spaced each of the cars are at their own unspecified weird angle, pinched in so that there is no choice but to bang your door when you get out, or, if you're really unlucky, next to a superlong truck so you have to negotiate backing out when you leave.
Now last I heard driving tests no longer include the skill of parallel parking. That's crazy to me. The gas pedal is more than an on-off switch. Driving a car is not simply go, stop. Have we gotten to the point where all drivers are required to be LESS skilled.
I might be one of the few people on earth with the god-given ability to manage the physical dimensions of the car I'm driving, while slowly negotiating my gas and break pedals, while steering the car into the allotted space. (I won't get into the rant about the SIZE of parking spots.) Nor am I above backing out of a space to try again.
Maybe what this all comes down to is how our society has become less considerate. And frankly, what this entire world could use is a little more consideration.
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Time
Time, time, time, see what’s become of me
While I looked around
For my possibilities
I was so hard to please
But look around, leaves are brown
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter
