If I Were Queen, Things Would Be Different: the Great Southwest Desert Experiment

Sunday, August 26, 2012

the Great Southwest Desert Experiment

...commences in a little over a week. gonna see if I can keep up with notes here, if the mobile blogger app will do the trick.

[Apologies for poor capitalization ...turned off the "initial caps" option on phone keyboard but may switch back. seems no way is perfect unless it can read my mind, Siri and S-note notwithstanding.]

Anyway, I'll be on a weeklong pilgrimage to mostlyutah (as I call it) with a couple of cameras and some huge trepidations. with any luck, I'll learn, absorb and come home a better woman. or at least a woman with Photos! having spent a respectable amount of time alone recently, I'm not necessarily needing the solitude but nonetheless I be gettin' some, so.

*cracking mental knuckles* We'll see!

28 August So I hit the treadmill today in flipflops cause it was spontaneous so now my calluses are sore. Good thing I'm packing moleskin...there I am, trekking through the desert in search of the perfect place to recline and see desert STARS and...no, not gonna have blisters to ruin bliss. Does anyone treadmill in flipflops? Maybe there's a reason. Funny, I searched for "treadmill socks" but no one makes them. For use without shoes, that is. Another marketing opportunity.

4 September, eleven thirty-five p.m. Feels like Christmas Eve. No really, I'm not sleepy, Mommy! Up at 5, leave at 6, airport by seven thirty, depart at nine. IF the travel gods are smiling.

5 September, Flight 251 to Vegas I love traveling! I do, I do. Just have to get over my pre-departure nerves, get me to the gate and I'm golden. Standing now at seat 5C watching the other sardines file in. The more I stand now, the less my butt will hurt later. hee.

Had quite a tasty Waldorf salad, with tea. Then a tomato juice. Haven't been logging my food last couple days but have a general idea. Looking forward to a southwestern dinner, whatever that may entail. But first, have to skedaddle Vegas. Flight monitor says 273 miles to go; I can feel the descent.

4pm, a casino somewhere in nowhere Trying to decide where to eat. Exhausted, but casino atmospheres are sadly thrilling. Very sad, yet they pump the air with invisible glitter. Happy hour at the fancy place, burgers at the coffee shop look good. Hmm.

5pm, same casino (CasaBlanca, Mesquite NV) , stepped away from gaming bar My investment of six dollars, happily spent pausing mindless buttons is gone. Tequila was on the house (I was "gaming") so the ten bucks allotted for same went for tip. Jeez, not even in Vegas anymore, yet the Zeitgeist follows a person! Now burger and bed, with a smile.

Thu Sept 6, six thirty a.m. Slept like a babe after my evening of debauchery (ah, such quiet vices these days...) and now I sit, laved and abluted, at table. The light is doing its early-morn thing over the lone Latino sweeping the pool apron. Glimmers of sky-blue sky enhanced with silvery clouds peek through the palm fronds. An oasis of madness and sadness in such a literal sense. ___ will now attempt upload. the app a bit strange so if weirdness ensues, don't blame me!