9:46 Our family Christmas vacation is coming to a close, and not a second to early.
The five of us, My father, Step-mother, Brother, Sister and myself and taken to a road-trip. We ventured an eleven hour drive to the enthusiastically named Grand Canyon. There, after a long walk on the brim of the powdery snow covered canyon, I developed a strong thirst. Having seem many people walking around carrying transparent green water bottles and having passed numerous public bottle filling points, I resolved to buying myself such a bottle. Seven dollars that bottle, that empty transparent green bottle cost me... and them I discover that the only watering point within walking distance is frozen over.
Onward and Forward. We aimed our rented Chrysler Town & Country in the Las Vegas direction and included the Hoover Dam as a point of interest on route. Though this turned out to hold very little interest once it's underwhelming reality replaced what was enchanting descriptions of grandeur and euphoria. Some people should not be allowed the use of words exceeding seven characters.
Experiencing Las Vegas first hand is not something would likely forget. It forever engraved upon my core, the fact that the main attraction posed by that time littered City... is the appeal of going home and bragging about having been to Vegas. Other than being an experience of revelation, it was quite enjoyable. I saw "KA" showing at the MGM. While the show had an extremely fickle plot that was clearly written only to accommodate the special effects that were able to be executed, it did leave a remarkable impression upon me. I find though that I was more impressed by the technology and architecture enabling these performers then by the performers themselves.
David Copperfield, also at the MGM. I suppose my ignorance of whatever talent he has is the fault of none but my own. Illusions are only granted my respect once I discovered how they were able to hoodwink me. The problem is that Mr. Copperfield started his show with a audience interactive trick that involves a simple misguiding of attention, I had already witness someone else demonstrating this, but only in a much more entertaining and convincing fashion. While the rest of his show was clearly well written, rehearsed, and executed... even his sharp wit somehow was a drain on, rather then a source of energy.
Next, and finally came Red River, New Mexico. Here I sit writing this summary of our vacation in the Suite Me and my siblings are sharing, because the pipes in the room we had booked had burst the day before our arrival. I sit here thinking that this indeed had been the perfect vacation, for it has me yearning for nothing more then the comfort of my home, the familiarity, and the predictability that ensures that I never find myself in a position of expecting more then what I know to be.
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