This is how we do it
Trips to Las Vegas are always a blast no matter what time of the year one goes. From the age of twenty one to now that I'm forty four I have always enjoyed my trips out there. I have traveled alone, with friends and relatives and each trip has taught me something valuable that I know I will carry with me and implement on future trips. We are well aware that when taking the road trip out to sin city, while fun and exciting can also be a bummer of sorts on that long four hour trip back hungover and penniless. Over the years I have picked up a few tips that have saved me a bundle over time.
For this past 4th of July weekend my partner and I chose to head out to Palm Springs, Ca. Neither one of us is really into fireworks and the previous year we had taken a spur of the moment trip to Pala, Ca. We stayed at the Pala Hotel and Casino and enjoyed everything from the slots, to the pool, the food and most definitely the entertainment. Well into the pandemic, the world had only just begun to open up. Precautions were most assuredly a must, with temperature upon entry and masks that were required to be worn at all times unless eating or drinking only to be quickly placed back on the face. Our trip that year was so much fun and highly enjoyable but that is another story for another time. This time is Palm Springs and as luck would have it we were again near another casino.
A few years ago my partner and I took our very first international trip together. It was a few days and we had researched it high and low to find ourselves the biggest bang for our limited bucks. We had such a wonderful time with our group that now finally this year after an entire long year of quarantine five of us are finally in a position to enjoy some time in paradise. My partner and I have taken many trips, but far the most interesting ones we take are the trips we are overall prepared for. There is a period of research for deals and discounts. He and I search for as many options as we possibly can within our budget and then decide based on how far out to a location we would like to travel. A heavy influence on culinary delights is highly favored. My partner and I lead both a ketogenic (me) and low carb (him) lifestyle, therefore when we are on vacation or out of town food is absolutely something we will be experimenting with.
Work in Progress
It was later than usual when we departed on our next adventure. It had been two weeks since our Las Vegas blackout. I was in a turmoil fighting down panic attacks leading up to the day. The benefit of this trip was that we were in the company of a group of friends and family. Therefore any time alone seemed like it would be out of the question. I was traveling with my cousin this time and due to the fact that she was a teacher preparing for her upcoming year, we could not leave till the late evening hours. I had spent much of the morning locating floating devices for four of us due to the fact that the rental I was supposed to have been in was extracted once the owner realized he's lost interest and would not be attending the Regatta with us. I was not made aware of this till midnight the night before when I was at his house looking at his pathetic puppy dog face deciding to now charge me $200.00 for deposit and rental for what originally was going to be free. I and suddenly very irritated by the change in events is told him to go fuck himself and took my tired ass home and straight to bed. The next morning I took myself to two different Big 5s and paid $45.00 each for two rafts that were not only two seaters but they each had an inflatable cooler in between I was relieved that something had actual been found at the last minute.
Las Mata Maridos
I wanted to take a moment to tell you a bit about myself before we delve into the countless stories that will follow. My name is Arlene Sanabria. Born and raised in East Los Angeles, California, 90022 and the barrio life is like a prison tattoo of goals and dreams. One may not know how they are going to achieve their dreams and it definitely will not happen the way it would if you were from Beverly Hills, California 90210. It can happen nonetheless, it will just have a spanglish way of becoming reality. I have always lived for storytelling both telling my own and listening to someone else. Growing up, I wrote a great deal of stories but not until my thirties did I write what has become the great love of my life. Looking back on it now I was searching for something that I could not pinpoint exactly. That certain thing that drives an individual to be creative in their passion no matter what that passion may be and I was at a point in life where I was lacking that spark. Then one random weeknight all that changed one night and "The Women" were born.
Dropping the Bomb
Amanda's POV I was feeling more and more confident about offering Joaquin the partnership. I had made a pros and cons list of anything I could think of and the thorn in my side causing sleepless nights was the very real possibility of giving up what was looking to be at the very least a few rounds of good sex (going by the most recent encounter.) or if I was really reaching into the depths of a unicorns' ass and dare I say something more long term. That one detail lingered in my head for a few weeks. We were texting with regularity and everything was gelling very well. We agreed to meet up at another favorite dive bar of mine called Embers. The place is very low key and a secret spot of sorts, attracting a variety of people of different ages. Its dim lighting and fun sexy themed quarter vending machines in the bathrooms have me there often with a small stack of quarters just so I can end the night on a high happy note no matter what like a child harassing their parents for coins to use on those old school machines that held spider rings and fake teeth in plastic containers.
Beers and Karaoke
Amanda's POV There are steps in life as individuals we elect to take without knowing the hows or whys behind it. My background in regards to what I do for my boss Devlin whose suggestions as far as potential associates is highly questionable since his only criteria for a writing partner on assignments is how far along their six pack is, naturally makes me very cautious and before I make a choice about someone of his selection which thus far has proven to be disastrous. That is why I have preferred to work alone, but with times getting a bit more violent and a few of the female writers on staff have been stalked, attacked or assaulted over the past couple years the company has made it a policy that we work in teams. I support and accept those policy changes long as I can choose the individual myself. I need to feel it out a few times before I make any concrete decisions about a partner. The night I met Joaquin, even in all that chaos and noise of the bar, I felt jolted with a lightning bolt of motivation as far as presenting this crazy sounding idea to him. He could have taken it any number of ways and if the plan was to embark this journey I thought that in spending more time with him I would be able to identify my comfort level because for me that has always been an issue. As much as my intuition was telling me it was a good idea, my pesky brain works differently. There was so much at stake, errors in judgement were not an option.
Third Wheel Shenanigans
Amanda was pacing just outside the doors of work anxious to release the idea she had based on a drunken night. Amanda was a research writer for the "L.M.M. Network Inc.". It was the company that dealt with a little bit of everything from corporate, entertainment, politics to social issues. She had been working there since its inception. Arlene, the head writer was the first person to befriend her so long ago when she first applied for the position. It was at the interview that the two women discovered they had a lot in common and the seeds of their friendship from their work relationship from then on out. Arlene was driven, energetic and brilliant. Amanda had the good sense to learn from everything Arlene had to offer and the accumulating years of experience served to season Amanda's know-how. The time had quickly passed and Amanda bloomed into a sought after research writer and that meant being a glorified mystery shopper. She took trips, visited hotels,attended concerts and gave her opinion on various topics. She would then need to compose an extensive report on what she saw, what was happening around her, what were the conditions surrounding her and whether or not she would change anything. This was Amanda's license to run wild and wild she did but it never once affected her work. She still produced on her assignments on time and it was rare for her to receive any type of complaint, and when she did it was usually because she told too much truth. Through all these wild times and moments, Arlene truly tried to instill in Amanda an awareness of self. Her bosses worried about her safety, she was far too young and far too naive that she did not see danger in the areas others might. This occasionally got her in tight spots. For years the higher ups had encouraged her to work with a partner. Devlin, the head hancho had gone as far as to set her up with partner prospects, all of which failed miserably. She had reconciled with the idea that she was a lone wolf, and not the partner type.