I had a turbulent landing a while ago – almost like a free fall for a few seconds – a woman was crying, the couple next to me were holding each other tightly, and to bring a finality to the pending doom the air hostess began speaking in an urgent, disturbed voice.
I was thinking “So this is what it feels like!” I thought what if this was it? Me alone on a plane, middle of nowhere – that’s it. How long before my family would know? Would they find me? I know it has happened with many, the missing Malaysian airlines being the most recent example, but there is a difference between when it happens on the news and when it happens to you.
I was wondering if I had said a proper goodbye to my husband before leaving in the morning, and calling out to God, since I have heard that if your final thoughts are about God you go to heaven(and I still maintain I’m not overtly religious). I also realized how much I love being alive. I am grateful that I lived to write this, and hopefully there will be more.
This also made me aware of the fact that I haven’t written about my marriage yet, and it has been exactly 7 months today. I got married in December last year and am in the “happily ever after” phase of my life. It has been the most interesting part of my life so far, has made me acutely aware of myself than anything else ever has. My husband stays as far away from books as I cling on to them. The only exception he makes to reading anything except news is my blog. He is practical while I am dreamy; I am thoughtful while he is impulsive. Together, we are making each other better people with every passing day.
I don’t have my wedding picture handy, but this is a picture of us from last weekend.
For a vacation filled with booze and gambling, it’s only fitting to be stuck at the freeway with a bag of Doritos and an empty stomach.
Now that I have a good opening line, I can straight head to a mundane account of my July 4th weekend. Yes, there was booze.. Lots of it? Perhaps not by comparison of the fellow street strollers in the Sin City.. But enough to give a buzz, brighten the glittering silhouettes of the imposing casinos, give a spin to the walk… And yes, there was gambling… lots of it? Definitely not by comparison of the thousands fellow casino convicts had put on the line.. And there was a minor loss, too minor to be mentioned without an indulging grin.
This was my third trip to Vegas. I think it’s about time I form my opinion of the city. I like Vegas, it’s festive undercurrents, the grandeur, the overall carelessness and live-like-there’s-no-tomorrow attitude. I am not a big fan of gambling, I have never relied on probability to pass a math exam and money is by far a more serious stake. So that leaves the strongest reason to go to Vegas out of the picture. I am also not into sleaze which leaves the enticing strip clubs out too, but I have to say – all the men and women calling out at you from the posters with their perfect figures and chiseled bodies are quite a sight. I love the architecture of the casinos, I love how each one is different from the other and yet matchlessly majestic. And more than anything else, I like the feeling of freedom that the city exudes in abundance. Where else can you walk about flaunting flasks longer than a crane’s neck filled with margarita?
If I was asked what was the one thing that I liked the most in Vegas, it would be the abundance of art in every part and pocket of the strip. Then be it the decorations or themes of various casinos or the shows playing all around. I think it is the city you can visit when you haven’t planned a long weekend ahead of time. There will always be something to keep you interested.
It would be naive to end this post without mentioning the glitter and glamour of Vegas ends with the strip. The rest of the city is an all engulfing hostile desert. There are a few things outside the strip too, like a shooting range and a few streets, but I don’t think anything else matches the tourist pull of the strip.