meet elisha
a girl sits down next to me, as the elves frolick away in the distance. i pay little attention, too dazed, confused, and exhausted from the day's events. my mind more on the blur of people passing by than on the girl to my right.
she releases an audible sigh, possibly to get my attention.
"sigh..."
i turn, noticing she's quite attractive, in spite, or because of, my blurry vision. i try to perk up, but to no avail.
"enjoying vegas?" she asks.
"yeah, it's alright," i reply, lacking all enthusiasm.
"been to any good (vegas) shows?"
"no, i haven't actually..."
she takes that as her cue; i sense we're not just engaging in small talk.
"there's a party tonite at (so and so). all the stars (presumably from the billboard music awards) will be there. here, take this, it's gonna be a lot of fun..."
she hands me an invitation. i decline politely.
"nah, i'm not interested. too tired. been driving and walking around all day (and i don't give a fuck about stars)."
she drops her sales pitch as quickly as she started, realizing i'm not to be bought nor sold.
"yeah, no one famous is gonna be there. i'm just telling everybody that to get people to show up. it's gonna be dead. me and him," she points to a guy standing a few feet away, talking on a cellphone, "...are supposed to be recruiting people for this party, but he's too busy talking to his girlfriend. well, what's your name?"
"jamie."
"i'm elisha. what brings you to here?"
i explain it all - living in a car, traveling the country, potato-climate-sasquatch-man...
"you're sleeping in your car?! well, if i were you, i'd stay in places like this (the MGM GRAND hotel), where there's hot tubs!"
the absurdity of her statement hits me like a ton of bricks. it's like telling a poor, homeless man he should live in a mansion and not in a cardboard box under the overpass!!
i shake my head and laugh aloud.
"so, if you were in my shoes, you'd be staying in hotels with hot tubs?!"
"yes," she replies, matter of factly.
i stop laughing, painfully realizing i'm talking with a barbie doll, not a human being.
"where were you before you got to vegas?"
"well, i was most recently in flagstaff and the grand canyon, ever been?"
"no, i haven't."
"well, if you ever go, you should do this..."
i show barbie my nudie grand canyon pics, hoping it will bring some color and life to her plastic cheeks. i succeed.
"oh... my... god! you should've warned me! i can't believe you're going around showing people that!"
i reply, equally as shocked, "what are you talking about?! this is LAS VEGAS!"
then it dawns on her. she laughs, "well, yeah... i guess you're right?"
we talk for a few more minutes, more friendly and freely, now that the ice is broken... or shattered to bits, as the case may be. she asks my name once more before standing and departing, moving on to corral other victims for her party. i remain seated, pondering my future under the colorful spindly tentacles of the christmas jellyfish.
she releases an audible sigh, possibly to get my attention.
"sigh..."
i turn, noticing she's quite attractive, in spite, or because of, my blurry vision. i try to perk up, but to no avail.
"enjoying vegas?" she asks.
"yeah, it's alright," i reply, lacking all enthusiasm.
"been to any good (vegas) shows?"
"no, i haven't actually..."
she takes that as her cue; i sense we're not just engaging in small talk.
"there's a party tonite at (so and so). all the stars (presumably from the billboard music awards) will be there. here, take this, it's gonna be a lot of fun..."
she hands me an invitation. i decline politely.
"nah, i'm not interested. too tired. been driving and walking around all day (and i don't give a fuck about stars)."
she drops her sales pitch as quickly as she started, realizing i'm not to be bought nor sold.
"yeah, no one famous is gonna be there. i'm just telling everybody that to get people to show up. it's gonna be dead. me and him," she points to a guy standing a few feet away, talking on a cellphone, "...are supposed to be recruiting people for this party, but he's too busy talking to his girlfriend. well, what's your name?"
"jamie."
"i'm elisha. what brings you to here?"
i explain it all - living in a car, traveling the country, potato-climate-sasquatch-man...
"you're sleeping in your car?! well, if i were you, i'd stay in places like this (the MGM GRAND hotel), where there's hot tubs!"
the absurdity of her statement hits me like a ton of bricks. it's like telling a poor, homeless man he should live in a mansion and not in a cardboard box under the overpass!!
i shake my head and laugh aloud.
"so, if you were in my shoes, you'd be staying in hotels with hot tubs?!"
"yes," she replies, matter of factly.
i stop laughing, painfully realizing i'm talking with a barbie doll, not a human being.
"where were you before you got to vegas?"
"well, i was most recently in flagstaff and the grand canyon, ever been?"
"no, i haven't."
"well, if you ever go, you should do this..."
i show barbie my nudie grand canyon pics, hoping it will bring some color and life to her plastic cheeks. i succeed.
"oh... my... god! you should've warned me! i can't believe you're going around showing people that!"
i reply, equally as shocked, "what are you talking about?! this is LAS VEGAS!"
then it dawns on her. she laughs, "well, yeah... i guess you're right?"
we talk for a few more minutes, more friendly and freely, now that the ice is broken... or shattered to bits, as the case may be. she asks my name once more before standing and departing, moving on to corral other victims for her party. i remain seated, pondering my future under the colorful spindly tentacles of the christmas jellyfish.
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