After having U-haul jack us around on the moving truck all day- they finally gave us a 17 footer with no AC (it was supposed to be 24 ft.- a day late and no discounts). If there is anything to be learned from our time in Vegas, it's get while the getting is good.
So now the truck is packed and we are leaving some stuff that just won't fit. Oh well, it's better than living here. Very tired from truck packing... must sleep....
The Mary(s) and Logan have been packing and cleaning and throwing out crap, for three days now. (I was working on a corporate project). They've done considerably more work than I on the whole moving to another state thing and for some reason I'm exhausted.
Now we are waiting on the truck. I can't wait to load it and get out of Vegas. I don't know what the hell we were thinking moving here? It’s like the last vestige of pure unadulterated white trash in one place. Concentrated white trash I guess. The Oxi -clean of Trashé de Blanc really….but I digress…
It seemed like a good idea at the time? Of course when you looking sub-zero temperatures in the Midwest anything warm looks appealing. If anybody that ever reads this is really looking for an answer- don’t move to Las Vegas. It stinks on ice. In the immortal words of Homer Simpson, “So long Stink Town"!
Well Logan seems to have come around. He's been interacting with the family and doesn't seem so depressed. I guess talking about your feelings does help.
Mary Belle came in on the bus last night. Mary and I spent a good hour an the dowtown Las Vegas bus terminal. If you've never done that- I highly suggest it. It's like watching a Beckett play.
Well we finally found a place to live in CA. It's about ten miles from the beach and a little closer to LA than San Clemente. It was like pulling teeth for the last few weeks but we did it. Four days left in Stink Town (that's Las Vegas in case you were wondering).
Mary Belle is on her way here to help us pack. Carolyn and Lana can't wait to move and are donating much of their barbie collection and "baby books" to charity.
Thus far the only person that isn't thrilled is Logan. I'm trying but he really isn't interested in talking about it. I feel really bad for him but I also know that in the big picture his is better for him. I hope Logan comes around soon.
We're off to CA tonight and hopefully coming back with a new lease. Nothing like working since 5 am and then driving 300 miles.
Mike is going to meet us down there and do the haggling. I have some issues with haggling just ask any body that sells anything on Canal street.
I got The Incredible Hulk Returns / The Trial Of The Incredible Hulk DVD for Father's Day this year. Now while I'm stoked for the new movie...
I just don't think The CGI Hulk can compare to a cut away from Bill Bixby's glowing white eyes and snap pan back to Lou Ferrigno. That's TV baby! Besides there are several interviews with Lou on the DVD. He could still do it.
Still waiting to hear on the last property we applied for. Waiting is suck-tastic in my opinion. It seem that I'm always waiting for something. Post-office line, grocery store line, seafood buffet line.
I also think that I'm going to start a class action suit against credit reporting companies. It's like the last vestige of open discrimination in this country. Okay so I had a rough year, I mean who didn't? Do a couple of slips on your credit report make you a bad person? Uh-yes I guess it does. I wonder what's on Martha Stewart's credit report these days?
As much as I would like to believe that Martin Luther King's dream is alive and well I've seen some pretty rampant discrimination lately. There's a valid reason that Las Vegas and Orange County are as lily white as they are.
Just when I think I've got "the man" figured out- he sticks it to me again. Oh well back to waiting….
I spent the last week or so in Orange County looking for a new place. I think we've pretty much nailed down where we are going to live. About 1800 feet from the beach. That sucks huh? Shawn likes the beach. mmmm beach....
The nice thing was that this was the first time I spoke to people that didn't look at me with that cocked head confused dog look, when I told them that I work from home. "How do you work at home, do you have a Casino there?"
I also found that when I told people that I was an “artist” they didn't give me the old- "Oh, you wear black clothes, smoke Clove cigarettes, and hang out in coffee shops, lamenting about the sorry state of modern art." look. No, they invariably said, “This is where I need to be if I am an artist.” It was really refreshing after the educational and cultural wasteland attitudes of Las Vegas.
So while I’ll be missing out on the easy sex and free booze of Las Vegas (two of my biggest priorities as everyone knows) I believe I’ll be able to find a new possibility there. At the very least, an educated conversation.
Snobby? Elitist? Maybe. I guess in the end, it’s all about liking where you are. I haven’t liked, or even tolerated where I am, since a few months after moving to Las Vegas. The thing is- people that had known us for a long time kept telling Mary and I both that we would hate it here. They were right and we wrong.
Do I think that a geographical cure is going on? Not so much. I’ve considered that but I realized after a few conversations with my brother that I’ve wanted to live in Orange County since I first visited San Clemente in 1991. I’m starting to feel like Charlie at the end of Willie Wonka these days. (Except-you know-with way better hair).