Alrighty. It's the seventh day of February. I offically turned 21 nineteen days ago.
I was in Los Angeles, and Las Vegas for the experience. It was lovely. We stayed at NY NY, Harrah's, Bally's, and Mirage. We kept getting kicked out. J/K. We just kept crashing in friends hotels.
The best part of the trip was seeing the church that Kill Bill was filmed at. It's in a desert near Lancaster. It took a good 45 min to get out that and find it. The only direction we were going on is my boyfriend's brother's recollection of driving past it one other time heading out to shoot some stuff for HBO's Carnivale. Anyway, it was tits. We took pictures similar to the movie, my favorites being the toe-to-toe shot and the shot with all our glasses on the dashboard. Too cool.
We also checked out the hotel in True Romance, The Safari Inn.
The other little highlight was the clearly "death-trap" gas station. My boyfriend's brother really had to pee, and couldn't wait for a rest stop so finally we pulled off the highway on the next exit. There was this rinky dinky gas station on the right, immediately after we pulled off. Two cars, a minivan and a Corsica were parked at the pumps. The pumps lights (above the car) and the tall gas sign are off. The lights inside the gas station were on - inside completely empty, no shelves or people. The only other light was a shitty open sign. So - NO WAY were we pulling in there. We decide to just let him piss by the side of the road. We make a U-turn and behind the gas station, about 60 feet, is a little trailer with a porch light on. Oh man. That was fucked up. We were just staring at the trailer waiting for someone to come out the door or pull on the mini-blinds. We busted ass out of there. Very Texas Chain Saw Massacre.
I'm in school now, again. Finishing, hopefully, the last semester at UW-M. In the fall I should be in Madison enjoying four more fab years of Pharmacy school. Alright!
My goal for the next month is to get my first tattoo. The Bride's lion in the inside of my wrist. Or maybe on the back of my neck.
I can't wait.
I was in Los Angeles, and Las Vegas for the experience. It was lovely. We stayed at NY NY, Harrah's, Bally's, and Mirage. We kept getting kicked out. J/K. We just kept crashing in friends hotels.
The best part of the trip was seeing the church that Kill Bill was filmed at. It's in a desert near Lancaster. It took a good 45 min to get out that and find it. The only direction we were going on is my boyfriend's brother's recollection of driving past it one other time heading out to shoot some stuff for HBO's Carnivale. Anyway, it was tits. We took pictures similar to the movie, my favorites being the toe-to-toe shot and the shot with all our glasses on the dashboard. Too cool.
We also checked out the hotel in True Romance, The Safari Inn.
The other little highlight was the clearly "death-trap" gas station. My boyfriend's brother really had to pee, and couldn't wait for a rest stop so finally we pulled off the highway on the next exit. There was this rinky dinky gas station on the right, immediately after we pulled off. Two cars, a minivan and a Corsica were parked at the pumps. The pumps lights (above the car) and the tall gas sign are off. The lights inside the gas station were on - inside completely empty, no shelves or people. The only other light was a shitty open sign. So - NO WAY were we pulling in there. We decide to just let him piss by the side of the road. We make a U-turn and behind the gas station, about 60 feet, is a little trailer with a porch light on. Oh man. That was fucked up. We were just staring at the trailer waiting for someone to come out the door or pull on the mini-blinds. We busted ass out of there. Very Texas Chain Saw Massacre.
I'm in school now, again. Finishing, hopefully, the last semester at UW-M. In the fall I should be in Madison enjoying four more fab years of Pharmacy school. Alright!
My goal for the next month is to get my first tattoo. The Bride's lion in the inside of my wrist. Or maybe on the back of my neck.
I can't wait.
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mongoofy:
ahoy milwaukee gal - just another mke kid sayin howdee
mkeeiron:
happy b-day 