Things Are Tough All Over An' It Rains On The Just An' The Unjust Alike...Except In California

I'm not really sure if we were supposed to write a blog last week since it was spring break, so I guess I'll just write a really really long one for this week. Sounds good to me. Basically, I think I'm just going to tell all y'all what I did my entire break. The days are probably messed up Boy this'll be fun.



So first we drove all day to Beatty, Nevada. We ate dinner at our hotel, and the food was okay. I had a tomato soup and split a salad with my mom. I would have had a veggie burger, but they were out. We also went to the Death Valley Nut and Candy store, known as Eddie World, and I was very disappointed. I thought my parents said that Eddie World was teh biggest candy store in North America, but it's actually the largest candy store in Nevada. It's pretty darn small.

Anyway, day two. We went to Death Valley for the first time on this day. Now, remember that Death Valley is in California, and we were staying in Nevada. It was a little bit of a drive into Death Valley. We went to a few different places. I can't really remember what we did on that first day, Mostly just sightseeing and stuff. It was either this day or the next day that we visited the lowest point in North America. It was pretty dang hot there. It seems like it was about 95-97 degrees, but Beatty where we were staying was not nearly as warm. We ate breakfast at a Mexican restaurant that wasn't bad, and we ate dinner, well those of us who did, ate this creepy little "Beatty Club" Restaurant. They had bras stapled to the ceiling and dollar bills from everyone who felt like leaving a little note stapled to a wall. There was also this sculpture, and from far away it looked like it was just a man's face, but when you get up close you realize that that face is actually composed of the bodies of naked women. It was kind of cool in a bizarre and perverted way. Anyway, the guy who made my burger was talking on the phone, and I don't think he ever washed his hands. We decided that all of the restaurants in Beatty are actually fronts for brothels or drug dealers.

On the third day we went to Albertson's because all of the restaurants in Beatty are disgusting. I got a Starbucks Coffee which was very good after eating all the crap in Beatty. We got plenty of food for the rest of the week. The rest of that day we spent wandering around Death Valley and it's surrounding area. We went to this little spring and saw these bright blue fish called pupfish. Apparently they are named that because the swim around and play like puppies. We also went birdwatching for a little while for my mom.

Fourth day was spent looking at all the stuff we had missed. We went to the Racetrack where rocks slide on their own, and no one has ever seen them move, but they leave behind trails in the mud, which is dry by the time you can look at the trail. We spent the rest of that day at the sand dunes and we got ready to leave for Vegas the next day. An interesting sidenote, while we were at the Sand Dunes I stepped on a stump and cut my toe open, and it bled like nothing else. It didn't hurt or anything, but I left a nice little trail of blood back to the car.

On the fifth day we went to Las Vegas which is about a 2 hour drive. We stayed at the New York New York Hotel and Casino. All we really did on that day was relax and go shopping. I got some awesome perfume at Rue 21. I actually like that store. We ate at Il Fornaio at our hotel and it was really good. The bread was fresh and delicious. *DROOL* breadddd...

The sixth day was pretty much the same, we ate breakfast and dinner at Il Fornaio again, and we went shopping. We walked 2 and 1/2 miles to the mall each way because we thought it was closer than that, plus another 6 hours of standing around in the mall, and by the end of the day my feet hurt! They hurt the next day too. Oh, we also got a phonecall from our grandma on this day that our grandpa had had a small heart attack. We asked if he was still at the hospital and she said no, he just got cold, so we were just like, whatever.

On the last day we ate at Il Fornaio again, and we went on our way home. This is what happened when we got to Ely and my mom checked her phone messages.



I saw 5 rainbows on the way home from Ely. It was raining after we left the Subway in the town. Six days ago we left that same gas station only we were heading the opposite direction. When we had gone there the first time there was a little boy there, telling the lady how to make his sandwich, and when he catapulted his arm up to the glass covering, used to keep his grubby fingers from actually touching the tomatoes, or meat, or whatever topping it was he wanted to point at, he smacked his hand, or, more precisely, his fingers. That was Sunday April 5th, 2009 our way to Death Valley, California. It was ironic really that we were listening to David Saderis' book on tape on teh way to Ely on our way home. He was talking about his yaya. It was humerous really, the story of his grandma. At the end of the story David simply says that it was a relief that she was gone. The story was really quite funny at teh time. Like all of his writing, funny, and sad too. He's really a lucky guy to be able to reflect on his life so easily. When we found out about my grandpa's death all I could think about was Sedaris' yaya. It was so weird that we were just listening to that before we stopped. Plus we had just visited DEATH valley. The weirdest part of all was when my brother started crying. I remember hugging him the same way that girl did when her brother was crying. A week ago. The same thing, different circumstances.

Strange.



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