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Thursday, May 15, 2008
Flashy Lights....
Current mood: blessed
Category: Goals, Plans, Hopes


Next thing you know, I woke up, and I'm back in America. Only, I am, I must say, a little more proud of where I was born. There I was, in San Fransico, home of the fruits and rainbow stuff, I don't mean that in a bad way. That's just what I've been told. I never got to explore all that Oakland had to offer.

My wisdom teethe were coming in, I woke up one morning bleeding profusely. It was everywhere on my pillow, and couple of spots on the matress. Brians mom woke me up.

"Marnica! Get up you're bleeding!"

I woke up, my head swaying as if I had 5 shots of tequila, and a water back. I put my head back down in grief.

"Get up!" She said, "Please don't do that!, My pillow!"

That kind of hurt my feelings. However out of repect, I said that I would pay for it. I mean I'm sorry but, is it selfish of me to wonder ... WTF! Here I am bleeding half to death, and you're worried about the pillow you baught at target?! Well, whatever the case may be, if it wasn't for Brian and his family, (well I payed for it.) but brian's mom works for the airline and I had a round trip to Thailand for $700, I would have never gotten to experience Thailand. So basically, they can say whatever they want. (I'm not un-greatful I'm just expressing how I feel and being honest.)

Overall, I had an amazing trip, and I'd do it all over again. Except, I'd take all of my friends with me. Brian and I became friends. And we now share memories that some might not understand. Although, I believe that I may have appreciated the moments a little more, judging by is complaints, he's still an ok guy. He likes to be classy, and that doesn't really exist in a third world country. I think maybe he was just thinking too much.

Well, I had to get out of there. A.S.A.P, I payed Brian's mom $150 for a new matress, pillow and pillow case, and took the next bus to Las Vegas! $80 and I was on my way! This was kind of a two day desicion. Or more like a 2 yr. desicion, if you count all the bullshitting and talk you do before you actually get there.

I said good-bye and there I was in a Greyhound bus station, all by myself headed to Vegas! Yesssss! I made friends with the guy standing in front of me. We chatted here in there, he didn't intruige me much, but he did let me put my pillow in his lap and drool all over him. It was a forteen hour drive, and it sucked!

When I first arrived! I waved a taxi driver, and had him take me to Circus Circus. I don't know why because I freakin hate clowns with a passion. Ever since I saw that movie IT. It was $55 dollars a night, and since rates go up on the weekends $90 Friday and Saturday. Holy Shit! Savings sloooowly becoming friends with 0....He dropped me off.....and then....I cussed him out.

"Twenty dollars!" I frowned, he was an illegal cab driver.

" I may be from out of town, but I know, that it doesn't cost twenty dollars to go 5 min. up the street!

I knew he was lying because he looked about 39 yrs old, but his face began to morph into a 5 year old who was in trouble with his mommy.

I did one of those hair flips (I didn't really do that, I just wrote that for effects.) Payed the man. Gasped "Herumph!" turned around and walked into my hotel. I laughed under my breath. He seemed shocked at my out of the blue attitude. But hey if you had just gotten off hey a 14 hour Greyhound, that only had two stops, with seats that recline back a 1/2 an inch, you probably would a' let him have it too.

Luckily, I have good friends. Gina, a Bartender at Harrahs, with whom, I am sure most of you know. Freaked me out about going to Vegas alone. I actually needed this. I think Gina cut down the odds of my dead body never being discovered in the desert by about 50%. You see here I am thinking that I am super women just because I survived Thailand. When, the fact of the matter is, is that America can be more violent, than over seas countries. The U.S. is'nt as fucked up as Burma.... of course, but I'm not surrounded by a bunch of Buhddist here in either. (If I am wrong about these comments, please feel free to inform me, you may begin your statement with Dear Super Women, or Hey Dumbass.....which ever you prefer...)

So I called an old friend, Daylan, who used to be a Flare Bartender, at Harrahs when the crew consisted of Greg, Kelly, Shayland, Nate, and Kurt. He and I had already made arrangements to meet with each other in 3-4 days, after my arrival.

I never left my hotel, for safety precaution. I wandered around the inside. It was as if I was surrounded by slot machines, pissed off people, and everything known to man that's not essential to life, was available for you to buy. A flashy button, mardi gra beeds, a funny hat with ugly feathers... Children? What on earth? Everywhere in the Casinos? My head was spinning. I got a french dip, and went back to my room.

My room was precisely decorated, in bright colors, everything arranged to perfection. I moved everything around, messing it all up just for the heck of it. I bit into my French dip, it was slightly over seasoned, but still good. I gazed out of the huge window, near my bed side and smiled. The room was silent, but still warm.

"How the hell did I get here?" I chuckled to myself.

"Wow!, it's Christmas everyday in Vegas!"

I kicked back, placing one foot over the other. Smoked a cigarette! (I know, I know, I'm working on it.), and closed my eyes.....

Welcome back to America!

Daylan was way cooler than I thought he would be. He tells everyone I am his cousin, and takes good care of me. He ends 95% of his sentences with " I'll punch you in yo face!" Haven't quite figured that one out... He takes me to hang out with friends. One of his friends Steve is a 6 time world champion Flare Bartender! He works at Carnival Court. I will not disclose where Daylan works, for fear of being "punched in the face!" I practiced with them both. I have bruises all over my arms. Its not as easy as it looks. And for the record, the comments that I have overheard back home such as....

"Ohhhhh, so you can serve drinks and be in the circus, Big Deal, flare insults me as a bartender!" (crossing arms and looking the other direction)....

are by far wrong. In Vegas, flare is considered an asset to bartending. It is a skill, and hoooly shit can you make money.

I am buying a car from Daylan so I will have transportion. I have my own bathroom and my own room. We live about 25 minutes away from the strip, near the Red Rock Mountains. I look at them every morning. Daylan says that they are my mountains! So hands off!

So far I haven't even toured Vegas yet so not much to say. I did however stare at a chandelier in Paris, for about an hour, with my mouth open, like I had no sense.

My next step is, getting a job. Dude! You can bank out here. You just have to get the job first. It takes most people one to two years to even get a job on the strip. You ussually have to start at the bottom, in no-name casinos down town, or you have to get juiced in, in other words know some one. Or you can just get lucky!

On his day off Daylan took me to Harrahs employment office, where I put in my application to 3 different places. Ceasar's, Paris, and Rio. It took forever! When I finished the computer displayed (whick I read in a cheesy talk show host voice.)

"PLEASE SEE THE RECEPTIONIST AT THE FRONT DESK BEFORE LEAVING THANK YOU FOR APPLYING WITH HARRAHS!"

So I went. It was a nice, older, farely attractive, spanish lady! She had very laid back mannerisms.

She said "Soooo you wanna be a dealer?"

"Umm are you not hiring for cocktails?" I inquired.

she sighed, as if she didn't have a care in the world.

"Yaaah, we do...but I'm hiring for dealers..." Sounding like a mobsters wife.

I ran with it....Dayland said take what ever you can get.

"Ummm y-y-yah sure I'd.....love to be a um a dealer!" I hesitated.

"Alright, we'll see you toomarow, at around 3 o'clock."

I am the most hyper girl you will ever meet. I hope I can stand in one spot for a long time that's all I'm saying.

I went to the first interview, and I passed! It was a group interview with about twenty other people. Basically, at the end they called about 7 names.

"Joe Rodrigez......Chelsea Brown....." Sounding like a highschool intercom.

Those candidates who where escorted out of the room, never came back. They where singled out from every one else. (pretty harsh, but they don't care about your feelings in Vegas). Thus the remaining 13 people passed.

Friday, I have my second interview. If everything goes well, I will be working on the strip, one week after I got here. It would be nice to have income and I will let you all know what happens. Think of this all, as sorta of like a.....self promotion! If any of you decide to come down here. I'll be waiting with open arms!

Thank you to anyone who has been reading my blog, and joining me in my journey. I really appreciate your friendship! It means a lot to me! I miss you all! It gets lonely out here! It's hard being a G......but damn it feels good.



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Nicholas


congrats! i might be hitting up vegas in august when i go back home for a bit.

lemme know if you're still working there!

Posted by Nicholas on Saturday, May 17, 2008 - 1:10 AM
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Ashley

Ashley Kingsmore

I am so excited for you!
You write so well, I feel like I am right beside you the whole time!
I hope you get the job and everything goes perfect.

I can not wait to go to vegas to visit you!!

Posted by Ashley on Monday, May 19, 2008 - 7:54 PM