Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Yan out ill...again - Blog for 02/21/2012

It was dark and gloomy, but I was just so bored I didn't know what to do.
 I looked over my bed to stare at the flashing alarm clock that was displaying 11:03 and becoming very annoying, I pulled my covers over my head in a futile attempt to go to sleep again. From my sanctuary I could hear my sister yelling at me to get up. I did not want to pay attention to her, but I suddenly found myself growing even more attentive to the slight sound of footsteps coming closer. My sister had come in order to infiltrate my room, I had seconds to plan my counterstrike. She opened the door to my room, from beneath my covers I began to make a canon ball out of my blankets. She didn't see it coming, but on her first step inside my room I threw my canon at her, and I heard her grimace loudly in pain. I silently laughed in success, as she retreated from my room. I picked up my thrown covers and put them back onto my bed. I then returned to my bed, and I started to sleep again. I awoke outside of a hotel room marked 503, my breath began to falter. Then behind me a server came with a tray full of plated food, and he exclaimed for me to move out of the way. I turned around as the server returned to stare at me," Are you room 503's occupant?". I turned to face him in surprise, I felt something cold in my hand: a key. The male server took it from my hand and said, "Why in you go" as he led me inside and laid the tray of food on a night stand close  to the bed. The server left, I rushed to look at the tray the plates were streaming and slowly filled the room with smells of Chicken and Mashed potatoes. I took the tray and sat myself down next to the large window of the room, it was raining cats and dogs. In the distance I could see the sun peeking out of the clouds, I only continued to stare mindlessly. Someone then knocked on the door and called out my name in a female voice. She came into my room carrying a stack full of papers, she laid them on my bed and asked me to sign them, saying that she would be back in a couple of hours. I finished my lunch and looked over at the clock it flashed 11:03, it seemed to be an radio clock. It played " Almost Lover" , after it finished the DJ said " Such a cloudy day it is on April 13th 2017". April 13th, I thought to myself, I rushed over to the stack of napkins that the server left on the nightstand, on them the napkins had "Caesar's Palace"...
What? I was in Las Vegas, as I went into a flashback: where I was sitting with my friends and everyone was making plans to celebrate both my friend's and I's  twenty-first birthday which explained my current scenario.  I went out of my room and knocked on room 504, the person opened and to my surprise it was my friend, and I yelled Happy birthday as I wrapped my arms around him and I said " Happy Birthday, I better not be your designated driver". I then walked into the next room 505 and I found the rest of my friends were in there. I saw someone else who I deducted was my friend Keira, as she was wearing her birthday suit which consisted of a hat and a long white robe. She took me back into my room and said to change clothes in order to go out, she also said that the boys and girls would be separate until 7pm.There were five guys and four girls.  As soon as I got back into my room I finished signing the paperwork that was on my bed, which all seemed to be reservation forms. Then Keira grabbed my hand and told me that we were to be going shopping for clothes, I asked her why. Then I looked around my room and my question was answered: I only had brought a small side pack with me and a change of shirt that was a rather large flannel. We started walking outside of the Hotel part and exited the building, so we had to attack the first object of business: brunch. We went to Circus Circus for Brunch, and we actually took a while just talking about everything that had led us up to our Vegas Trip, but I could not say anything. Then we got a call from the guys saying that they wanted to split up into groups, since the majority of the group had their significant others with them on the trip they quickly agreed. Keira, my birthday friend and I were stuck together, which we actually didn't mind. The three of us decided that we would be going into New York New York, to play Texas Hold 'em, after we finally finished it was 4pm. My birthday friend said that he wanted to get out since the smell of cigar was overpowering our "pure" air. Keira then led us into the shopping district, even dragging my friend with us, she told us that today and tomorrow would be solely about my birthday friend and I. My birthday friend actually became my best friend during sophomore year, but Keira insinuated that both I and him went to the same University and stayed friends since then. Between Keira and I we managed to get my guy friend into a change of clothes that actually suited his serious yet fun loving demeanor, he actually seemed pleased with himself and then stared at me in my baggy jeans, flannel shirt and Converse all of which was topped off by my nerd glasses. Until he finally said, " You need to dress up for my birthday, Keira lets find her some clothes so that we match". Keira stared at me and said " This is going to be easy". She went into the next department and brought me a puffy magenta 80's style dress and shoved me, her and the dress into the changing room. After I managed to get the dress on she told me to take off my glasses, and I did, she told me to step out of the room. From across the store she called my friend, and he applauded Keira's work. and he said " Oh si, now we look like cool people". Keira's phone rang, telling us that it was already 7pm, we went into the Paris into their Restaurant called  the Eiffel Tower restaurant. We were the last to make it to the restaurant , everyone was already seated, and as soon as we got there they exclaimed,"Happy birthday you guys!".
 I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, and I woke up back in my room in my bed as yet again I turned to face my clock that read 12:00.

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