we’ve already achieved dystopia

December 25: George and I have matching pajamas now. I don’t think he finds it nearly as amusing as I do.

December 26: There was an accident a few miles ahead of us on the freeway. We were parked on section of the road for half an hour and we watched three firetrucks drive past. Addie howled along with each siren, and every time, someone in a car next to us would smile and roll down their car window so they could howl along with her.

December 27: The Pioneer Saloon is over 120 years old and dishing out old Fashioned in mason jars. The place is rumored to be haunted by either glamorous film star Carol Lombard or a prostitute killed in the women’s bathroom.

December 28: We spent half an hour inching across the blindingly bright neon lights of The Strip on our way from the Pinball Hall of Fame. Waunt pressed her face up against the window and a truck that drove past with an entire side lit up in an advertisement for call girls. She said that it reminded her of all the action movies set decades into the future.
“Awesome,” Dylan said. “We’ve already achieved dystopia.”

December 29: Due to the government shutdown, the bathrooms in the Valley of Fire were backed up and out of toilet paper. Trash mountains were heaped on top of every garbage can, but even that could not mar the beauty of the red and yellow stripes of the rocks. Stone the color of fire with the fluid rivulets of water.

December 30: We saw the worst of humanity this weekend. The history of atomic testing in the desert, the brutality of mobs throughout America, and the desperate crowd of people swarming every structure in the botanical garden of The Bellagio.

December 31: Every year at cosmic bowling, I somehow keep forgetting just how bad the free champagne they serve at midnight is. It is really, really bad.




much love,
hedgie