Already we are off to LAS VEGAS! The bright light extravaganza of the city that never sleeps. For now though we were off to Wal-Mart. Oh! The biggest supermarket in the U.S.A. So, 6 of us all squeezing into a pathetic excuse for a real 5 seated car and taking on the road rage of Palm Springs. Each car was similar to a bull just waiting for an opening and steaming ahead at 100 mph. After a good half an hour which is just a ‘little’ journey to them, I have cramps. We parked up mum, dad, my uncle and cousin step out of our cramped, intensely stuffy car to go into a cramped, intensely stuffy supermarket. I’ll pass thank you. Deepa and I then sat in the car listening to the country music of ‘Ye Old Oakland’; I put my feet on the dash board and scanned the car park. It’s amazing by just looking at people you can learn so much about them. My eyes catch onto these two boys, tall, slim build with great ball skills. They were playing basketball and their little sister wanted to join. I’m jealous, I’m really bad it’s like watching someone play cricket with a badminton racket, they moved with such ease juggling the ball which so effortlessly moved like a ballerina between them, whilst their sister who comes up to their knees ran from one to the other, each time with every hope in the world extending her arms to grab the ball. Examining them I come to the conclusion that those here in this particular area the younger male generation.
“Pull your jeans up!” some one shouted, had their jeans half way down their behinds. However, they did take great passion and pride in their sports and family.
It was getting late by now and they should have been back, my entertainment has gone home and my eyelids were becoming like yo-yo’s up and down and up and down. ‘BEEP! BEEP!’ the alarm, my uncle unlocked the car, I look round to see that they have come back with 2 trolleys full of food and drink. Oreo’s the no.1 American biscuit. Instructions on the side of the box as to how you should eat it. Typical, step 1 split open, step 2 lick creamy centres, step 3 dunk into milk and step 4 eat! This just puts an emphasis on the stereotypical look on American – that their stupid! Woken up now we begin on our monstrous of a journey back to our motel. Getting back seemed quicker as I remembered objects like a British mini with a lobster o it with “Lobster for just $4.99” being shouted out of the loudhailer. Mother once we arrived started over the plan for tomorrow. This was to much to handle at this moment in time so I rushed to my room dodging the lizards and flies trapping them outside so they couldn’t get in.
“Nish! Nish!” rise and shine mum belted from the toilet just across the hall.
“Its 0800 hundred hours wake up!” today’s the day; mum’s usual harassment to get me out of bed didn’t bother me as it usually does.
“We have an 8 hour journey! Hurry up!” and on that note, I wanted to go straight back to bed. 8 hours, great, just great. I can’t even handle going to Wal-Mart and now I have to sit in a car to Las Vegas for 8 drawn-out, prolonged, lengthy hours. Except for that I was lucky to learn we have rented a 7 seated, family carrier. This is all well and good until you have 8 in the car. We go to take our seats racing for the best seats but being the smallest I am being forced to sit at the back between the two seats you are supposed to have for 2 people. And I am looking forward to it. Anyway as the journey went on my father and uncle were having some drinks as always. They put it in a brown bag not to catch any attention from the bandits of course. Then about half way through our journey we see blue lights and a signal to the right. We pull up and an officer steps out of his car. Uncle and dad quickly eat some chewing gum while my cousins and I use our legs to cover the case of beer under our seat. He began to ask vivid questions one after another as to be an automated robot, but by chance he soon left with no warning or much suspicion. Quite odd really but I’m not complaining. That was too close. The yo-yo affect a while later was happening again and my head leaning like the tower of Pisa collapsed onto my mothers shoulder.
The pure suffocating and un-ventilation of the car breaks my sleep. A haze begins to become clear a sign welcomed my awakening ‘Welcome to Las Vegas’. Excitement rushed through my body from head to toe. We are going to stay at Excalibur the fairy land castle, magically embellishing with bright lights hypnotising you; in a trance of the mystery behind each individual hotel, unique like us. The night draws in accenting the big, bright, beautiful pinks and blues and yellow neon spot lights. The boulevard busy as bees in a hive with the buzz just the same. No one asleep except those elderly and those babies. Aroused I can’t wait to see what Las Vegas has in store. Pulling up to the entrance we step out of our car with a trail of stale crisps and flat soda pursue behind us on our clothes. Though, still we are kindly greeted by the valet and 2 horses the mascots of the hotel. My family don’t waste any time.
“I’ll just freshen up and get right to it” they say. I couldn’t agree more. 10 o’clock by now but the humid desert air and the fresh looks on the people’s faces makes it look just like day-time. The minors of the family look at each other grab hands and run down the stairs to the children arcade. Cash our notes in for tokens. Everyone looks so happy and content each eye filled as they are opened so extensively. By 11.30 we have already gaining over 1000 tickets. Saving them for a improved prize we set off on our prevailing mission yet; to find our parents in this sizable, titanic casino. Our first step onto the marked out area of where under21’s can walk is like I’m Britney Spears. Security guards use their eagle eyes scan you up and down and make sure you keep in line, literally not on the line, in them! Just to toy with them we begin to hop side to side over the line, back again and so on. This becomes very repetitive and they seem to be swarming towards us. Running in the lines, we catch a glimpse of dad and run advancing to him. I am hungry and so dad with one eye fixing on the machine he tells us to go and order room service, whatever we want. Not going to argue with that we map out our route to get to the lift. Giving up within the first thought we decide to duck down and cut across through the machines hoping not to catch the birds of prey. Despite what dad said we order one dish and right in that as well the portion was humongous we still had some to spare and left it outside for there was no doubt that someone might have a quick French Fri on their way. Drifting off to sleep there was sure to be another big day tomorrow.
Waking up to a canon firing, startling me I perched at the window to investigate. It was a play giving a positive impression and mum agrees. Getting ready mum looked at what was the best way to get to the ‘Pirate Treasure’ dad quite rightly saying follow the Bang! However, exhilarating as it will be I can’t wait to go to arcade. After viewing the theatrical phenomenon on the streets of Las Vegas, we manage to distract our parent’s with the roulette wheel so we can rapidly move to the casino. Where we buy a radio as we raised enough to buy it at 3000 tokens in the after noon and evening. It is an amazing experience from stepping onto the soil to present moment. But, our flight is in an hour and I don’t want to finish the ‘American Dream!’ just yet.
