Random Journal Flashback: Camping in the Mojave Desert

I really just wanted to take my new telescope out to the desert to look at Jupiter on a moonless night. But unfortunately the night was going to be far more moonless than I bargained for because my friend Moonit decided she couldn’t come. This left Adrianne and I with a dilemma. Moonit was supposed to be coming with us on Friday. Sean and Bradford were coming on Saturday. With Moonit out that left Adrianne and I alone out in the wilderness again. This wouldn’t be so bad if she and I didn’t both like chicks. But as it stands we both do and that leads to both wasted romantic moments looking at the enormous starry sky that looks like “Contact” in Adrianne’s words; and awkward moments listening to romance novel mp3s on my iPhone in a tent not realizing how sexually descriptive they were going to get.

Point is, Adrianne and I both knew that with Moonit out, we were in for more of the same. So Adrianne proposed what seemed to be a brilliant idea at the time. Las Vegas. Of course! We could spend Friday night in Vegas. The head to the Mojave on Saturday to me up with the boys for some wholesome camping astronomical goodness. And it would have worked too, if it hadn’t been for the boys. Who upon hearing that we were in Vegas asked me if I minded if we just staying in Vegas and cut out the camping altogether. You can’t ask me a question like that. You can’t ask a heroin addict if he wants to skip the library and just do a bunch of heroin.

I decided that Vegas was the place to be. I figured we’d have a nice relaxed time. We’d drink a little, gamble very sparingly, have some prime rib at Mr Lucky’s 24/7 in The Hard Rock, and call it a night. It would have worked too if it hadn’t been for Bradford’s friend Marty showing up. I should mention at this point that Marty’s name is actually Grant. But for some reason every time I see him I think Marty. And this being my blog, I’m gonna do what I feel. Anyways, Marty showed up and all the sudden there was more booze and limos and gay dance clubs and discounted admission to the OG’s strip club. Sure it was fun. But it was irresponsible.

I don’t regret it or anything. I’m just saying that I should have gone camping. It would have been totally fun, unlike the next time I went camping. But that’s a story for another time.