You say yes, I say no

This blog faces so much neglect. Most days, there's not even a Hello Goodbye. So much life if happening that the brainspace this blog gets is reduced to microscopic proportions.

Exploring California's coasts, I'm happy that the beaches around here are ones where you need to wear a sweatshirt to. Picnics and books with a fine layer of sand on barely sunny days. Living here, I don't need an excuse to go outdoors, just need more company holidays.

Next holiday is all the way in September, but I already have flights booked and plans made. I live from one long weekend to the next.

Questions and Answers

Some questions just have to be asked. Much to the consternation of others.

Vegas was, well, Vegas. Lights, shows and extravagance. The desert sun is unbelievably unforgiving. Alcohol feels more dehydating in Vegas than anywhere else. Though Madras Mojitos rank now top in my book :)

Casinos are filled with fat, lazy people, drowsily/drunkenly (however you choose to look at it) clicking on buttons, hypnotized by the flashy lights. They make you think of life without hope, without purpose, devoid of any emotion. Like mindless robots.

Gambling doesn't appeal to me in any way. Money is of no matter. Went to a Vegas style vampire show with girls too skinny for my taste.

Watched a circus performance like no other. Mystere was mind blowingly amazing. I did not know it was humanly possible to contort the body in such ways, nor did it strike me that being fancy pants once in a while would make me smile so.

Best part about the trip, though, was the long bus ride with a tour guide who spouted jokes which were woven tightly into his routine, and the Grand Canyon.

Veeri, Aggie, we need to make this trip. This December. Save up children.

Also, fridge magnets are now my thing.