It's been raining all week and the various casino hallways, elevators and parking buildings are leaking. Narrow rivers and small lakes are overtaking the roads and pathways, and it's clear to me to forget the "wonders" of the Hoover Dam and all it's good intentions, if a hurricane was to decide to visit Las Vegas or if the effects of El Nino decided to roll dice for a little longer, Las Vegas folks would soon be swimming from slot machine to slot machine.
Kate keeps saying that she doesn't mind the rain, because it's such a unique perspective of Las Vegas. "How many people come here and actually see Las Vegas rainy?" And she's right, but being from Australia, and now living in cold and windy New York, I was sort of hoping for some mild, dry weather... some clear blue skies and maybe even a spot of sweat on the small of my back... No such luck. "Try spring," the locals say.
Ever since I arrived in America back in 2007, I had trouble waking up, and more so when I moved to New York City. It felt like I was waking from death and my dreams were so much more vivid that it almost felt like a battle to escape them, which has resulted in many late starts and many apologies. It's not like I was the best at waking up in Australia, but I never remember feeling like my mouth was about to break off or that my dreams were going to kill me.
It's been fairly much the same thing in Las Vegas. Kate wakes first and after an hour or so, with much effort, manages to call me out of bed, and I mumble and roll over and stare grumpily at the gray sky.
I was tired of this, emotionally and physically, and after I woke up to another gray sky after feeling just awful, I got sort of grumpy, which isn't a good way to start the day.
So last night, after Kate had already gone to bed, and I had finished the small amount of work which I let take all night to do, I grabbed the Fiji water bottle that we purchased during our 'walkabout' on Wednesday (Kate's birthday) and decided to take 21 gulps, with one extra for good luck (like clapping at birthday parties.) I ended up taking about 25 or so loud gulps and fell asleep with my mouth feeling so fresh and clean.
I also saw all these terrible road-safety advertisements in my head before I fell asleep. Australian road-safety ads are just awful, 1-3 minutes of people screaming and crying and graphic shots of blood and school children lying dead in the road... I'm sure the ad agency commissioned to create them, would be proud to know, that I was scarred for life.
I don't remember my dreams exactly, but I do know that weren't that terrifying but I do remember that one of them was intense enough to wake me up and I had to shake off the idea of it, because it was quite creepy.
Anyway, my two alarms went off, one at 7am and one at 8:25am and I was able to wake and stay awake before the second one went off... (yes, I know it's pathetic that I need two alarms more than an hour apart, but it's a process, ok?)
...and I felt pretty good. I was out of bed first - Kate was milliseconds behind me - and now I'm writing this. My mouth didn't hurt when I swallowed and my dreams were easy to tuck away and it's because of the age-old trick that I need to implement full-time; water.
Water and maybe a light, moist air. Things get really dry in apartment buildings, especially in winter when you need a heater and the windows are all closed. Maybe when I move into my own place, I'll try one out... but for now, we'll just keep using water - it's mostly free.
It reminds me of the episode of The Simpsons where Bart really wants to be the first down to the Christmas Tree and so fills up dozens of glasses of water and drinks them all down, he then proceeds to have this fabulous dream of ice and water and lots of fountains and wakes up before anyone else... he then proceeds to burn the tree down, BUT, at least he rose early, which I think is so important and admire, but have never been able to do.
I've also simply got to get more sleep, and letting work take four hours to do (because of being distracted by Taylor Swift vlogs and LisaNova and some cute little boy on X Factor that Kate wanted to show me), is just not a wise move. Sleep is so important and I want more of it... but I know that to achieve it I can't own a computer in my house... or at least have to lock it up, because it's just a slim silver box of destruction.
Anyway, Vegas is great. Didn't have my battery cord to charge my Nikon camera, so have taken lots of film shots and video and Flip... so it's going to mostly be grainy and weird and I miss not being able to take more shots of things, but it'll be interesting to be able to hold a memory for once.
Be good, don't gamble, and don't throw up next to people's tables and then keep walking,