I must have just started drifting to sleep when I heard a loud pop. This woke me up right away. Considering it was two days away from Fourth of July, I had figured that some neighbors were getting an early start to celebrations with fire crackers. A couple seconds later I heard another pop. This time it sounded curious. I look over to my sister, but she had already gotten out of bed and was looking out of the window. The next thing I know, the robins were being drowned out by the sound of my sisters screaming. Instinctively, I hopped out of bed and ran to the back door and out of my house. It took only a few long strides to reach my destination, and that was to my dad laying on the grass a couple feet from our shed.
2.It was my silly idea to walk from The Venetian to the Stratosphere in flats. Normally, I was all for adventure. I crave new sights and exploring every new opportunity that comes my way. So, when one of the workers at The Venetian said that the Stratosphere was only about a mile away, but that he doesn’t recommend anyone walking the way there, I shrugged it off and assumed that it couldn’t be that bad. Boy, was I wrong. The walk was easy enough, maybe not in flats, but still it wasn’t too bad. It’s what we saw along the way that spooked me. Two blocks away from the Venetian in the direction we were heading, it was like a whole new world. We left shiny and clean and took a walk on the wild side towards hookers and drug deals on every block. There were little business cards on the ground everywhere we looked with nude pictures of escorts and strippers. I had already expected to see something along those lines here, it was Las Vegas anyway. Of course my boyfriend was trying to steal every glance he could at the business cards when he thought I wasn’t looking. What’s worse was the people that we encountered on this walk. There was a skinny, high looking boy who was screaming that it was his 21st street and it took all four of his friends to force him out of the street. On every corner there would be an old, half-demolished hotel with a sign out front saying “$7.99-All you can eat crabs”. I don’t eat crabs (or any seafood) but I can still tell when I see a shady looking deal and that was a shady looking deal. The very worst part was seeing all the drug deals happening. It was too noticeable to not be recognized as a drug deal. They were happening all around us while we were walking and we never saw a cop do anything about it. The cops must have bigger fish to get in Las Vegas. Once we arrived to the Stratosphere, we agreed to take a taxi back to our hotel. I’ve seen one too many “CSI:Vegas” episodes to know what could happen here.
3.I love going to see the Flyers games. The feeling that all of the people around you from your home town are all rooting for the home team to win. The variety of food that they serve. Lorenzo’s and Chickie’s and Pete’s are a must have every time. The only thing I don’t enjoy are the long lines, but once we get to our seats it’s on. Before the game even starts I finished all of my crab fries from Chickie’s and Pete’s and start on my humongous slice of pizza from Lorenzo’s. I wish I could say that being at the games make me want to eat more, but I eat that much all the time. Once the game starts I sneak my food tray under the seat for now so that I have some standing room for when the Flyer’s score, which I know they’re going to. Seems like only a few minutes into the game when the first fight breaks out. I don’t usually approve of violence and it makes me really uncomfortable to be around, but when I see a Flyer’s player go at it with a Penguin’s player, I jump out of my seat so fast I knock over my boyfriend’s food. He gets a little annoyed, but he doesn’t show it since if I hadn’t knocked his food over, he would have done it himself. Once a break comes for us to move around, I run to see how long the bathroom line is. It’s long. Too long. Guess it means I stop drinking beer now because I won’t want to wait in this line twice. In no time, we’re back in our seats ready for the Flyer’s to come on the ice again. There were a few more fights and a few more times of my jumping up like a lunatic that just got freed from the loony bin. Next thing I know the Flyer’s scored the winning goal and I was smiling and jumping up and down along with every other Flyers fan in the Wells Fargo Center. They need to make hockey games longer, they go by too fast.