First of all, I must say that Sage and I are thoroughly enjoying destroying you guys every week with these playlist posts. It gives you a small glimpse into our daily lives, as we will often just IM each other lyrics and then flail over them everyday. That’s totally normal behavior, right?
Warning. This post is VERY Doomsday heavy. I’m sorry.
“The Scientist” – Coldplay
“Questions of science, science and progress
Don’t speak as loud as my heart
And tell me you love me, come back and haunt me
Oh and I rush to the start
Running in circles, chasing our tails
Coming back as we are
Nobody said it was easy
Oh it’s such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be so hard
I’m going back to the start”
First of all, that is one of the meanest graphics I have ever seen. Is there a more heartbreaking scene than Rose and The Doctor pressed against the same wall in parallel universes, hands touching, yet not touching? (Actually, yes there is, though I didn’t know it when I watched Doomsday for the first time.) There is a moment where they both KNOW that they are as close as they possibly CAN be to touching…you see it in both of their faces. Their bond is so strong they can feel it through the void of time and space. It’s devastatingly beautiful and brilliantly played by David and Billie, especially when you consider that they likely filmed it without the other on set.
I just got back from a whirlwind, weekend trip to Vegas – a celebration of a birthday that happened five months ago. Obviously, we had a blast. Buffets, open bars, fountains that freakin’ dance? It’s a magical place. But in the cold, clinical light of Newark Airport at 5am on a Tuesday, all I could remember was the Vegas that usually does stay in Vegas. Forget everything you learned from Katy Perry and in Ocean’s Eleven-Thirteen, this what Vegas is actually all about.
White People Music
You can’t take three steps in Vegas without being subjected to Daughtry, Matchbox Twenty/Rob Thomas, Fleetwood Mac, or our aforementioned cupcake-breasted friend, Katy Perry. I assume that uber-powerful, shady casino men in double-breasted suits have studied our habits and found that we stay 1.6 hours longer at the craps table if the PA is blasting, “WHAT ABOUT NOW? WHAT ABOUT TODAAAAY?”
Welcome to Happy Hour! You’ll return to the bar roughly 12 times to get the equivalent of one drink intended for a human adult.
It’s impossible to walk a straight line from the Bellagio to the Trop, or anywhere else for that matter, and not just because there are mustachioed men in neon t-shirts at every corner, trying to shove the business cards of escorts into your pocket. The Strip runs on escalators, and 3 out of 4 of them are broken down as hell. So…stairs. This is why god created fold-up ballet flats that fit in your purse.
I learned on my Mexican Rivera cruise (a long, long story for another time, or possibly never), that Australian culture puts a strong emphasis on travel and exploration. I’m not sure that exploring other cultures was a big sell for Colin, who was often found wandering the Lido Deck alone at 4am with melted pina colada in hand. But I’m sure he’s the exception. Nevertheless, Aussie accents and football jerseys abound in Sin City.
Blog friends, have you ever been to Vegas? Share the stuff you think Las Vegas likes in the comments.