Sorry about the lack of posts lately! We've been pretty busy sight-seeing in New Yawk the past week, and still have a night to go in the Big Apple. Before we blog about that, however, there is Dex's tour of the all-American EHTHS and the Deep Purple concert.
So, high school. The yellow school buses, the packed locker-lined corridors, the jocks, the over-zealous sports coaches... That's exactly how it is. Every time I contribute to this blog, I find myself saying "it's just how it is in the movies". And that says something, really.
We managed to walk around during the school time, and thus got a real feel of the high school atmosphere.
Last saturday (the 11th) we tagged along with the Kontonicolas clan to see Deep Purple play in the Atlantic City Tropicana, one of the super-casinos mentioned earlier. Needless to say, it was friggin' awesome. They played Highway Star, Smoke on the Water, Strange Kind of Woman, Woman from Tokyo and a few of their other famous ones. But not Child in Time, much to Dexter's chagrin. Some of the fans were pretty mental: one (very drunk) middle-aged woman clambered up onstage and proceeded to grope the lead singer, rather explicitly. Eventually she was ushered off stage by security, who then kicked her out. It could be said that she was a strange kind of woman. Lol.
*slaps forehead*
We also got a sneaky peek into the world of American casino gambling. Here's a brief picture:
You walk down a large, spacious corridor decked out like a carribean backstreet. Fake palm trees line its sides, and the shopfronts masquerade as old colonial-style houses. The lighting is such that you could be forgiven for thinking it was early evening, albeit there are no windows, and all light is artificial. Somewhere down the corridor a drunken singer sings Lady Gaga obscenely loudly. People are sitting on balconies above you, enjoying food and sipping lavish cocktails. You enter the gambling floor, and are greeted by row upon row of people sitting at slot machines, single-mindedly staring at the gaudy neon lights in front of them. The illusion goes on for hall after hall, corridor after corridor. It would be possible to lose track of all real time and spend weeks down here, in the dream.
The day after, it was MaryAnn's birthday party. All the cool kids came round, and we had a great time. We cannot say exactly in what way we all had a great time, however, because this page is public, and Big Brother is watching us. What's to say we had a good time at all...? Anyway, you get the idea.
photos to come soon! (tomorrow, to be exact)
So, high school. The yellow school buses, the packed locker-lined corridors, the jocks, the over-zealous sports coaches... That's exactly how it is. Every time I contribute to this blog, I find myself saying "it's just how it is in the movies". And that says something, really.
We managed to walk around during the school time, and thus got a real feel of the high school atmosphere.
Last saturday (the 11th) we tagged along with the Kontonicolas clan to see Deep Purple play in the Atlantic City Tropicana, one of the super-casinos mentioned earlier. Needless to say, it was friggin' awesome. They played Highway Star, Smoke on the Water, Strange Kind of Woman, Woman from Tokyo and a few of their other famous ones. But not Child in Time, much to Dexter's chagrin. Some of the fans were pretty mental: one (very drunk) middle-aged woman clambered up onstage and proceeded to grope the lead singer, rather explicitly. Eventually she was ushered off stage by security, who then kicked her out. It could be said that she was a strange kind of woman. Lol.
*slaps forehead*
We also got a sneaky peek into the world of American casino gambling. Here's a brief picture:
You walk down a large, spacious corridor decked out like a carribean backstreet. Fake palm trees line its sides, and the shopfronts masquerade as old colonial-style houses. The lighting is such that you could be forgiven for thinking it was early evening, albeit there are no windows, and all light is artificial. Somewhere down the corridor a drunken singer sings Lady Gaga obscenely loudly. People are sitting on balconies above you, enjoying food and sipping lavish cocktails. You enter the gambling floor, and are greeted by row upon row of people sitting at slot machines, single-mindedly staring at the gaudy neon lights in front of them. The illusion goes on for hall after hall, corridor after corridor. It would be possible to lose track of all real time and spend weeks down here, in the dream.
The day after, it was MaryAnn's birthday party. All the cool kids came round, and we had a great time. We cannot say exactly in what way we all had a great time, however, because this page is public, and Big Brother is watching us. What's to say we had a good time at all...? Anyway, you get the idea.
photos to come soon! (tomorrow, to be exact)
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