- Thu, 02:07: Dinner w. Robin (@ Three Jewels) http://t.co/7OsIcPnR0e
- Thu, 04:01: I’m at Renzo Coffee Bar (Vancouver, BC) http://t.co/j67aZVW5K5
Month: February 2013
Robin didn’t tell me where we were staying until after the plane had landed and we found ourselves outside, being loaded, then unloaded, then loaded and unloaded again back and forth between two small shuttle buses. (The same radio station piped in through the ceiling in both vehicles, making it feel extra pointless.) “Where are you staying?”, they asked, and he had to reply. “The Bellagio,” he said. Then again each time as they swapped us back and forth. Fountains, I thought. Is that all I know? Yes. Famous fountains.
Every road was lined in billboards advertising mostly naked women, middle aged male caucasian comedians, and various big ticket shows. I saw one for Penn & Teller and felt a small jolt. Robin had asked me to choose something for the night we arrived and that is what I had, with absolutely no hesitation, pointed us to their website. It didn’t quite seem real. Stepping off the plane wasn’t enough. Airports are interstitial places, manufactured to be Anywhere, it was stepping into the hotel that grounded me.
All the floors were marble, all the employees in matching black suits. I felt like I was the only women for miles without make-up or a tiny skirt. Perhaps the only poor person, too. The front desk clerk set the tone of the hotel quite well. Smartly dressed, impeccably groomed, our check in clerk looked a little bit on the expensive side, the way you can look at a man and tell when they pay too much for their shoes. His overstated pilot’s wrist-watch, for example, was the size of a coaster and shimmered with gold like a prize belt buckle might. (Large, flashy watches, an anomaly in these days of smart phones, were a trait we found common to almost all of the staff). But his manner, once he looked up to find himself facing someone with pink hair, (almost as rare a plumage in Vegas as in New York), was a tiny bit irreverent, the way a friend might be, or a friend to be. It was interesting, actually, to discover that trick – that the more expensive a place, the higher the grade of professionalism, the more comfortable the staff were to speak casually with us in particular. One clerk, much later in the week, even made flirtatious jokes as he approached us with useful ideas while we were trying to puzzle out an alternative to bubble bath at two in the morning.
As there are almost 4000 guest rooms at the Bellagio, (3933, to be precise), my first time looking down the hall of the 22nd floor was my first visceral experience with the scale of The Strip. It’s one thing to peer at the resorts from the window of a shuttle bus, it’s quite another to see a hallway disappear into the horizon like a physical representation of a crude drawing lesson in perspective.
Our room was unexpectedly lovely in a “this room is set to blue” sort of way. (Later I peeked into other rooms as they were being cleaned and confirmed my theory, finding mint, butter, and mauve). We liked finding switches, sinking into the chairs, and making fun of the ever-present Gideon, but most important was our perfect view of the fountain from the floor to ceiling window, where we could look down upon the display and listen along to the music on channel 23 of the flat screen TV. It was quiet when we arrived, but a show began while we were still settling in, so we plunked down on the carpet and proverbially pressed our noses to the glass. It was impressive when it was off, wide enough that it would be called a pond were it natural, but staggering when it was on, with some extra loud jets that shuddered up into the sky higher than our window, as tall as the mock Eiffel Tower across the street.
- Wed, 17:44: a musical history of romance… http://t.co/ruteKTCo
- Wed, 20:23: we travel well together… http://t.co/Lb1Sjx1U
- Wed, 21:03: I’m at NewGen Technologies http://t.co/obZKvkLT
- Wed, 21:05: On our way to the Bellingham airtport, then to Vegas with Robin! (@ Peace Arch Border Crossing) http://t.co/Jf1W2eNS
we travel well together
The Sciences Sing a Lullabye
by Albert Goldbarth
Physics says: go to sleep. Of course
you’re tired. Every atom in you
has been dancing the shimmy in silver shoes
nonstop from mitosis to now.
Quit tapping your feet. They’ll dance
inside themselves without you. Go to sleep.
Geology says: it will be all right. Slow inch
by inch America is giving itself
to the ocean. Go to sleep. Let darkness
lap at your sides. Give darkness an inch.
You aren’t alone. All of the continents used to be
one body. You aren’t alone. Go to sleep.
Astronomy says: the sun will rise tomorrow,
Zoology says: on rainbow-fish and lithe gazelle,
Psychology says: but first it has to be night, so
Biology says: the body-clocks are stopped all over town
History says: here are the blankets, layer on layer, down and down.
I’ve spent almost an entire week out in White Rock, testing the waters at a new part-time job and trying to tidy a sense of order into the chaos we’ve created in the beige wasteland that is his townhouse. Colour, (both literal and metaphorical), arrived with me, (a red, cuddly throw blanket, an orange pair of denim pants, a smart red wool field blazer, striped sweaters for the trembling little dog), but also some mess, as my life and Robin’s are too different to effortlessly integrate. Left to me, I would transform this place into a sheik’s palace, all emerald green velvet pillows and hanging glass lanterns like teal gemstones, but instead I have been working to assimilate. I’ve been wearing bland clothing and brushing my teeth with an electric toothbrush and learning to use an iPad casually, as if it’s perfectly natural to be holding such a tangible chunk of future in my hands.
So it continues. Today, for Valentine’s, we’re leaving for five days in Vegas. He booked it as a surprise trip, all I know for sure is that all of our evenings are booked, at least one night with Cirque and another with Penn & Teller.
a musical history of romance
- Tue, 15:39: Huh! I was one of the first 500,000 @LinkedIn members in Canada. http://t.co/djgbuRh4
- Wed, 03:56: RT @nickchester: Holy shit this official White House video they just put on YouTube. Wait for it… http://t.co/MFwVXRRO via @necrosofty
- Wed, 03:58: RT @neiltyson: Times have changed: Kennedy: “Let’s go to the moon.” Obama: “Lets repair our infrastructure.”
- Wed, 04:01: RT @xeni: Wow. “@taketwo: CNN’s #SOTU and Big Bear #manhunt split screen http://t.co/9vhXcj88”
- Wed, 04:01: RT @xeni: “@billwasik: CNN split-screening the House chamber and the burning cabin. #symbolism”
- Wed, 04:03: RT @fivefifths: Anderson Cooper Just. Asked. If. It. Would. Be. Harder. To. Find. A. Black. Man. At. Night.
- Sat, 02:00: @GreatDismal Concentration to the measurement of 9 microns. Seemed destined that you see this Japanese competition: http://t.co/VxPwcMvH
- Sat, 02:35: RT @TEDcouver: @SPLavoie We made the move because Vancouver is everything we’re all about: flash without substance, appearances, and oth …
- Fri, 04:37: Unsettling to choose a 40’s themed satellite radio station from a built-in car stereo touchscreen. Kind of dissasociative paleofuture shock.
- Wed, 04:46: “Up until now I had the feeling that The Gogolithic Mass saw you as a bit of a tourist.” #sworcery
- Wed, 08:03: He looked at the nearby pedestal & he thanked us in advance for the whole martyrdom thing. #sworcery