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Before I get on about Vegas and Cross-Roads: Happy Easter.
I'll be the first to admit that I was skeptical about Vegas. I've either heard from people that love it, or hate it. About high time that I made a desicion for myself. I wouldn't use a word as strong as Love, but I did have a really good time, and you can put my name down to go back.
You can't really sum it up without actually visiting it. The Strip is incredible, and the whole city is Disney land gone adult. If you can cypher through the bad that has Vegas dubbed Sin City it can actually be quite bawling. Being stuck in it all throughout Easter made for a bit of a contradiction. Then pulling down my socks, Good Friday sneaks in, and had me thinking about things that I didn't know I could think about anymore.
I could divide the trip into three segments of 3 days. Each section defined by nights more certain than the last, and mornings more confusing than the previous. Amidst confusion and certainty I managed to make it to the track to coach a few times, and after losing my breakfast on that last day, even polished off a few miles of my own.
Those feelings. You would have to experience it yourself to full appreciate the beauty in it. From innocent tears, to stealing over the ground, an afternoon of yawns, and a night that I definitely won't forget.
Day -1
Yet again I am meant to be packing my bags and heading out the airport. Setting the mood is di.fm with lounge music. Could the non-present words speak any louder for me. This letter, these words, more importantly: these thoughts. Thoughts that have been lurking about for years and a letter that has been contemplated for weeks. Simple things that I know you won't recieve. Circumstance that has taken these simple things and tainted them. It would appear that with days turning into months, and months into years, that time has been working. Above all curiousity has been created.
I would have thought that it could never happen. Then I ran into that dream on the first night in Vegas. What was I doing there. Better yet; what were you doing there. Don't call me Joseph, because I woke up feeling more confused than ever. Not because Brett was holding my hand and Clarence was making nasal noises but because the dream was settling in an unbelievable way.
Realizing that I had forgotten my pasport on the morning I'm to fly to Vegas is pretty useless, but probably still doesn't rank with forgetting my running shoes to track practice. I'm going to be nervous to see my cell phone bill, after the time that I spent long distance on it trying to sort out what my options were. Odds are pretty good I will never see that bill if Fido keeps it up.
In case you're wondering it's easier than you could imagine flying to and from the States with just a Drivers Liscense. Arriving in Vegas that afternoon with the team, was pretty random. Kent and Greg left right away to pick up the rental vans. Three hours later, they return, and we start making trips to get everyone to the Sahara.
As far as budget accomodations go, both close to the strip and to UNLV, the Sahara is worth mentioning. Being stuck right in the middle of it all, and having to walk 30 mins to get to the pool would have had me knacked anyways.
Most of the time was spent on the strip, at the Hotel catching rays, or getting ready to go to the strip. Time at the track had it's place, as did the buffets and touring around the city shopping, and outside to the Hoover Dam. Jokes aside, that is one big dam.
A city dreamed up in the middle of the desert shows how powerful our dreams are, and more importantly the mind. I think a balance between staying on top of it, and letting it go crazy will lead you to places you didn't know you could get to. Vegas heightened the gone wild, and more importantly the conflict. I'm still not sure who will win. I'm not even sure what side I'm gearing for. Very few are those who actually figure out the mystery, and even for those that feel they have, there is no way to be for sure. For the rest of us there is that sense of comfort established in the confusion as we lose ourselves in our careers and past times.
"the only real regrets we'll have when its all said and done is the chances that we didn't take"... "we'll never truly know what were capable of until we go to far"... "dreams are the limits of our success"
I've decided to flag going with daily summaries, as that really wouldn't suit the trip. There is photos lurking and the everything in between is up for you to fill, or remember.
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