Never say “Never” is something I had at one time been reminded of not to overly use in my life. Because right when you say “Never” somehow down the line something pops up that makes you eat those words. In the beginning of the year I stated out loud that I would “never” go to Las Vegas in the foreseeable future. Why? Well, cuz in my little world the only way I was going to travel was to have it not be to the west coast. East! That’s where I need to go. East as in across the Atlantic. But sigh, even that’s looking like a, big fat chance. A guy can dream and dream I shall.
Love is the topic of this post. Have you ever stopped to observe a couple in love? I spend a lot of time with couples. Most of the time observing their banter. Sometimes it’s third wheel awkward and other times its tilt your head to the side and sigh while smiling. Some of those friends have been married for decades and some maybe for a few years. You notice things when your with them. Like, how the guy will put his masculine hand in her soft hand as they walk down the sidewalk. Showing her that he cares for her and is their to protect her. The little glance she gives him and small smile when he said something not precise but she’ll smile anyways because she loves him. I never noticed those things growing up between my parents. Mainly because I was a little kid and love stuff like that was mushy and gross.
On the way from Oxnard to Las Vegas, where my parents live, it started to become clear that when we headed back home that it was also my parents anniversary. Funny how all of this aligned up. Monique and I had been talking the week before about pitching in with our brothers to get my parents tickets to see a Vegas show on their special day. But on the road getting closer to Vegas my brother David started making plans to take our parents out for an impromptu dinner. My parents have been married for 34 years as of September 19. It’s cool that they have been married this long. But I was born four months later after my parents married. I had a mild panic attack the other night because over thinking how in three months i’ll be turning 34…and in six years i’ll be 40. That made me sad. So, if Jehovah allows this system to last till their 50th…well, let’s just say i’ll be in fetal position underneath a table somewhere stroking a blanket and telling myself everything will be ok.
We decided on heading to the Yardhouse. Have you been to one? You can order a half yard of beer from off of their extensive draft list. If you live in Houston, Texas you can actually order a full yard. God bless the soul that drinks those things. My tolerance has gone waaay down so I had to rethink that half yard of beer and stick with a pint. As any good photographer knows you gotta take your camera with you at.all.times. So I caught some great pictures of my parents smooching and eating a free cake the waiter gave them. I think now that we are grown they are more freer to express themselves in their marriage. Which is a great thing. Afterwards, we all walked around The Linq area. I miss Vegas at times like this.
I mentioned in my last post how I had to make up for lost time eating all the food I missed the year before. The feast of a 1,000 beast continued! (Futurama reference, anyone? *crickets*) I ate my way through Vegas in two days. But I never got my In and Out protein style burger with animal fries. Bummer.
The night before Monique and I flew back home we all headed out for drinks at Chris job at Island Burgers. Gosh, those drinks were good. Then back down to the strip to see David in action at his job as a barista in a coffee shop inside the Venetian. Now, walking around Vegas I started to feel out of the loop. But from a Christian stand point that’s a good thing. There were packs of both woman and men walking that strip. Inside The Venetian a bountiful bunch of different groups of girls in neon colored dresses with salon blow outs, mile long legs, and stilettos walking all around that hotel heading to the club. Packs of well groomed guys that spend hours at the gym, monk strap shoes and perfected under cuts walking closely behind them trying to escort those girls into the club. There were people trying a bit too hard with their clothes cuz sometimes certain people just shouldn’t wear clothes 6 sizes too small for their bodies. Then there was me in a graphic shirt and jeans…where’s a Macy’s when you need one?
My aunt Nancy had me cracking up that night. When you get her going she is good with jokes. She’ll tell stories like Monique where she thinks it’s funny and will just start laughing before she can get the story out. She has her little sayings like, “I need a super thirsty” when she’s dying of thirst. Their so random but hilarious. My Uncle Jose balances her out. You cant stop him either once the joke train has started. Their the kind of people you like to have around for a good time.