Viva Los Comdex Part II
The hand held stun gun is an interesting invention - its very controversial “less lethal” weapon, in most cases it will cause a human body to crumple over for 5 to 15 minutes, is some cases if a pre existing heart condition is present or the person is on a drug that alters the metabolic system it can be fatal. Its also ineffective if the attacker can physically resist the initial shock and can disarm the user.
In the moment none of that was on my mind, the sheer unreality of what was happening to me now was becoming apparent.
Her outline was fluidly moving “within” her frame. Her body language was indicating a slight puzzlement tinged with determination. The shadow of the man tries for a bit to pound on the front window. The shadow hesitate....she shifts her shape slightly to the left....the mans shadow drifts,,,,pulls back,,,,then disappears.
A bit of silence.
Regaining my hold on the waking world my mind speaks to itself - How can you want it to real and a dream - only in Vegas.
It now seems to me that the man may have not been the shadow she feared, in my experience the combination of drugs - legal and not so - and the generic nature of Vegas. You can easily get lost and think the fourth floor is the third floor, then think that the crash pad was here --- certainly if this person was her shadow, nemesis, and her ex he would have yelled “Hay baby can we talk” - or maybe he saw me and drifted away...
She turned to me and smiled - a weary smile tinged with a feel of a woman who turned back a dragon and narrowed her eyes......I was feeling it....hand on back.....smile and a whisper from her...then .............-----------_______^^^^^^^^^=======,,,,,..........................=============--------------------,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,****************************************
...I feel asleep again.
Waking hours - staring at the mirror in the bathroom at myself, my skinny body and bloodshot eyes glazed -- the mess of a blond on the blankets on the floor.... only in Vegas - a voice kick back to me.
“ I dreamed that I was swimming next to a magical Seal, you were dark, and...we crossed the ocean together” - did you do gongyo?
“You need TP”
I know. - she stood up - a stretch and a yawn - “lets get out of here” -
Her attitude towards me was appreciative - as if I stood her demons down and not her.
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It was slightly more stuff then I thought but it fit in the back of the Ranger well enough. She had problems with closing the rear door.
“Here you go.” A key falls into my hands.
“Its paid up for the week if you want to use it.”
Can you get me to downtown before you go back to work?
“sure”
The area of downtown was even worse in he Nevada sun.
“ Thanks”
She moves forth - “kiss” our lips touched. “Now don’t ask me to come back here again”
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The motel the guys where in was raunchy - I reconnect
I decide to play it off not telling anything of what happened last night, letting there assumptions and imaginations perk up... basking in the glow of the previous nights exploits and the unspoken praise of my geek peers - “Pack it up” I said. -- what? - ---- “no trust me just pack up everything this is the last night you will be ripped off motel wise”.
Under normal circumstance I would have been blown off but the guys would believe anything after seeing me running off, given a ride, been taken back by a stripper - I for that moment with a group of sex starved guys in a town that will rip you off endlessly for everything and leave you desperate and dead and not care for its own profit -- I assumed a mythic glow. a winner, not in the conventional sense perhaps. Only in Vegas.
The mandatory post convention drink and gambling was postponed. I led them to the apartment/long term hotel backpacks in hand, I opened the apartment up,
Eyes opened wide - minds could be easily read.
Clean! New! Nice! In a nice part of town! Accessible!
“and its free - paid up until the end of the week - that covers the whole convention stay”
The mythic glow hits overdrive - in the guys mind I did the impossible in Vegas, hell anywhere
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The night went in a blur - she left work a early and I took a cab and met up with her. We walked around Mirage, the other super casinos. She liked Marilyn Monroe, I told her her lips resembled hers, xoxox - I dropped her off at the Tropicana, her friend and friends bf where staying.
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The final night ---- A few bucks won at the tables. Once more unto the breech at the strip joint with the boys.
She was in the house, and her friend who was also a stripper. Her friend was shorter then her, a pleasingly deep tan skin and slightly stouter build that she knew how to display with aplomb and damn as well she had nice legs.
I was wearing a leather jacket on loan from my friend. It gave my slight build a bit of bulk. the two isolate me and with a fist full of bills spread on my lap they proceed to mildly violate bits of the club code that night, with views and contact not exactly kosher. It was apparent that she told her friend to treat me special. I could not shack the bf factor in the back of my mind so I keep it as gentlemanly as I could. They worked the crowd later.
later that night
Entering the Tropicana I was entering the hotel with both women flanking me as dual arm candy. Small talk and the flirtations, the attitude they had towards me, to the external viewer the lack of jealousy, the overall good vibe between the three of us held at that moment could lead to a misread of the whole situation.
A women who was maybe 24 saw us - she was walking the opposite direction her face flushed, the devils perception in her eye - she launched in a dirty limerick about “Big John” while keeping her stride, quietly at first then with a smile shot full of deep approval of the situation
F. U... C. K. .I. N.. G ,,,,,
I will never forget that women's look, she poured into me, into us a meaning that validated her perceptions --- My Vegas adventure crossed the line of perception and symbols that intentionally misreads the outer with the inner -- Vegas now markets it but most leave just entertained and empty
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Dropped them off in the hotel, the bf was asleep. I stood by the door. Sleep feel upon them - I looked at her eyes as they closed - said a halting and abrupt goodbye.
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Coda
On the way back home I dreamed that I tossed everything I had - it was not much - and laid down next to her, told my friends to go -- I had an Aunt and cousins in Vegas that would hold me up for a bit .......and I would learn the secrets of my life and sexuality that others perceived I held in the dreaming of LV - I would then be free of my teenage fears and limits by learning my power in the sands of Nevada.
Sometimes I still dream........
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