Hello Mother Leopard. I have your cub. You must protect her. But that will be expensive. Ten thousand cola-nuts, wrapped in brown paper, midnight, behind the box. I’ll be the hyena, you’ll see.
This past weekend I went to Las Vegas. Rather than drive a good 8 hours or so, we decided to fly because my mom received some sort of discount because of a previous botched flight or something. This was my first time ever in a plane, so I didn’t really know what to expect. As I sat in the plane staring out at the wing while still on the ground, I pictured myself having an anxiety attack and flipping out, or getting extremely nauseous and ralphing all over. Though I didn’t expect I’d do either, it was fun to just picture it happening. It was a small 40 passenger plane so the take off was shaky but other than that I was completely enraptured by the whole experience. My face was plastered against the window the whole time. I was just absolutely fascinated by the landscape and the relationship between certain landmarks to one another. And although the first flight only lasted about 40 minutes, I loved the experience. The second flight wasn’t as enjoyable because we were in a much larger plane, which meant we were much higher up and there were hills of clouds consuming the Los Angeles area and I couldn’t see much. And once we were away from the clouds all that was left from there to Vegas was barren, boring desert. But my only complaint about the whole experience was the small ass windows. But I have a new found appreciation for the world after taking that flight. There is an untapped beauty out there and it interests the hell out of me, seriously. I have a new ambition; to fly over the Great Lakes and experience the awe of those massive beasts.
Vegas itself was pretty interesting. Seeing people actually walk around with open cans or bottles or whatever of alcohol and having stacks of trading card-like things with naked prostitutes on them handed to you at every traffic light was certainly interesting. I’m not much of a gambling man. After losing about 5 dollars I’m pretty much done, I just don’t have the patience or optimism to sit there and continue to lose money while hoping to win big. Other than that, it was an exciting experience, definitely tiring though.
The plane ride home: I came home a day earlier than my mom because of school so I was on the plane by myself. I’m sitting there eyeing everyone who walks down the aisle wondering which one will be sitting next to, hoping its not someone smelly or something equally uncomfortable. This girl sits next to me… er.. more like a woman, she was 26. And she starts out by jokingly saying that my knee better not cross over to her side, then quickly says just kidding and pats my thigh. For those who know me, I’m extremely shy at first and something like this is a little much for me. So she continues talking to me and asking all sorts of questions and we end up discovering we have similar tastes in music and an affinity for tattoos. Then the stewardess walks up and this woman (Andrea) buys both of us a beer… at 9 in the morning! Crazy. Anyways, by the end of the flight she’s produced a plethora of sexual innuendos, has suggested we go back to Vegas to get married and expressed disappointment that we weren’t able to join the Mile High Club. She even asked for my number and gave me hers, in case I ever play a show in the Huntington Beach area I’m supposed to call her or she will hunt me down. So yeah, as a first time flying experience (I’ve used that word far too many times in this entry, I feel terrible) that was quite surprising.

-Ethan Shall Sing-

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