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Leaving Las Vegas

By fabio the hamster, las vegas, little cousins, memories 2 Comments

I spent my last morning in Vegas playing with Fabio.  I let him scamper around on my computer a bit – I think he wanted to type his own journal entry, but it looked kind of like this:


Fabio is awesome.  He will be missed by the LJ readers, I’m sure.

I spent my last afternoon in Vegas taking my brother to the In’N’Out for a cheeseburger and to the Shark Reef at Mandalay Bay.  It was a good time.

I spent my last night in Vegas jumping around in a room full of huge trampolines with my little cousins, the next door neighbors, and my brother.  I can’t even explain how much fun we had.  It was awesome.


After dinner at Jersey Mike’s, we drove home – music blasting, the girls screaming, “Tumbleweeds RULE!” out the windows to the passing cars.  We scared the security gate guys one more time with MxPx blaring and everyone singing to me.  “Today’s the day you’re LEAVING and tomorrow you’ll be GONE.  You’re in my heart and on my mind, I will bring you ALONG.  EVERYTHING SUCKS WHEN YOU’RE GONE!”  It was a car ride I will never forget.

Eight years ago today…

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March 24, 1996 (Sunday)
8:57 pm – Last night I babysat for the Allisons from 7:00 pm – 2:00 am and only made $25. It sucked. Today I went to Kristy’s where Brian was. He threw dirt at her for awhile, but never at me. How come? He told me to move if I didn’t want to get hit, but I didn’t move, so he stopped throwing dirt until Kristy was far away from me. Then he got Kristy’s ball stuck in a tree. He tried to climb up and get it, but he couldn’t, so he dragged this long pole across the street and pushed it out. Then, he kicked the ball again and it landed in Elsa’s pool. He got it out, but then he kicked it in the pool again and left, leaving it in the pool where it is now. – Lisa Anne – – 9:04 pm

Dude, was there a point to that?

March 20ths

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Sometimes when I’m bored, I flip through all my old journals to see if/what I wrote on that particular day in the past…

March 20, 1996
I really should have known that the first day of spring would be crappy. It was cold, windy, and cloudy. That’s okay, the second day might be better, maybe. I talked to Billy on the phone before. He’s such an ass, but we’re sort of friends now so, whatever. Hungry Puppy called and asked me to work on Saturday, but I had to tell them I didn’t want the job. They were pretty pissed, but hey! This is my life, and I don’t need to feel obligated to them every weekend. That would majorly suck a lot. Plus, I have softball, band trip, I want to go to summer camp with Jamie and all that so who needs a crappy job selling hot dogs? Plus, I have to work with Patton and all the shows are on the weekends, so forget that crap. Anyway, we have a scrimmage on Friday against Middletown South. Pretty cool, I guess. My North Wall rec team starts practice 2-morro at 5 o’clock at West Belmar school. Should be cool. Casey’s on my team again so…It’ll be pretty fun.
-10:09 p.m.

Obviously my thoughts on working haven’t changed much over the past eight years…

Friday, March 20, 1998
Kristie Wnuk – remember her? She’s moving to Arizona. I was invited to her farewell party. I felt kind of out of place, but it was nice to see her again. We might hang out once before she leaves. It kinda sucks that we haven’t talked since 8th grade (summer after, actually) Oh well. I gave her my address so maybe she’ll write.
I Y RAY, but he likes that slut Jen and the bitch Anna. =(

Huh. Arizona is pretty close to Nevada. Maybe I should look that girl up or something.

Well, this was fun. Perhaps I’ll do an entry like this again sometime. =)

[Note: Any punctuation, spelling, or grammar errors were intentional. I copied my old journal entries exactly.]


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I just posted a comment in the journal of njfatalcorps (my brother’s friend) that made me think of some of the crazy things The PAC did during the summer after my senior year in high school.

That spring, Mike and I started hanging out with Brian and Stacey.  Brian had been Mike’s best friend for a few years, and I’ve known Stacey since my sophomore year.  The two of them started to have some silly sort of dating/bickering relationship that didn’t last very long, and our little foursome didn’t last through the end of the summer, but it was a lot of fun while it lasted.

I think it all started when Brian came back into town to see the Wall High School production of Gypsy, or it could have began after my surprise 18th birthday party.  Either way, we started going to concerts and movies together, and once it got warm, we began to frequent Great Adventure quite a lot.  One night, Mike won this orange-and-white stuffed clownfish at one of those games in the park.  We played football with it all the way out to the parking lot, and it became our official mascot once we reached my Volvo.  It was permanently placed in my rear window, and we subsequently won more and more goldfish to put in the windows of Mike’s Ranger, Stacey’s Altima, and Brian’s new silver GMC truck.  (That was the summer that Brian was obsessed with Ricky Martin — he had the cover of the cassette taped to his window right above the fish.)

It was some time after the winning of the fish that we decided on “The PAC” as our name. It stood for something, but I can’t remember what anymore.  Stacey and Brian started “seeing each other” or something, and we’d always go to visit him while he was working behind the deli counter at the Sea Girt FoodTown. 

We ended up forming a team to participate in one of the bowling leagues at the Lanes at Sea Girt where Mike worked — the Busch Gardens league.  (That was also the summer of my high bowling score: a 191.)

I have pictures of us all doing the most random things.  One night comes to mind especially.  We were all hanging out in the Intermediate School parking lot after something (our siblings’ band concert, perhaps?) taking pictures — Stacey, Brian and I in the sunroof of the Volvo, Mike and Brian straddling the roof of the truck and the Volvo, Mike giving me and Stacey piggy-back rides, etc.

As the summer wore on, we began to get a little testy with each other, and things went downhill.  We all got into a devastating argument at a Buck-O-Nine concert at the Skate Park in Asbury Park one night, and although we tried to make up at the diner afterwards, I think that was the beginning of the end of Mike and Brian being best friends. Mike and I started to argue over my friendship with Brian, and then, Brian pushed Stacey into my pool one day, and she chipped her tooth — what a disaster.

In an effort to have an end-of-the-summer bash and salvage The PAC, I suggested we all take a trip up to Rome, NY to Woodstock ’99.  We all agreed it was an excellent plan and stayed up all night at the FoodTown in Neptune to buy our tickets at the TicketMaster there.  At $150, the ticket was a little too expensive for Brian, so Mike fronted him the money.  We were all totally excited, and couldn’t wait for our three-day musical excursion.

Unfortunately, things never seem to go as planned.  Despite much creative pleading and bargaining, Stacey’s mother couldn’t be convinced to consent to her attending Woodstock ’99 — even after we wrote a faux news article explaining that my mom had agreed to chaperone the trip.  My mom came anyway — she bought Stacey’s ticket.  In the end, Brian opted out of the trip, too, without ever paying Mike back the $150.  The two of them never really spoke again after that, and by the time we got back, Brian had decided to move to Minnesota with some people he’d met working at FoodTown.

Woodstock was a blast, but a bittersweet end to The PAC and the summer of 1999.  I suppose it was better that way — Mike and I were able to spend some time alone before parting ways for school at the end of August — but it was sad, too.  Our little group didn’t last very long, but we had so much fun — sneaking out in the middle of the night to pick up Mike at the Mobile station on Belmar Blvd., playing pool at Sharkey’s in Brick, hangin’ out at Great Adventure, giggling over our inside jokes about moe., Tweedle Dee & Tweedle Dum, and Jar Jar, and driving around with a bunch of bright-colored-but-slowly-fading-in-the-sun fishies in our cars.

I haven’t heard from Brian since sometime in 2000, and I rarely talk to Mike and Stacey anymore, but that orange fish is still right here on the floor in my room, and I’ll never forget the summer of The PAC.


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I suppose this questionnaire is supposed to sum up my year. I’m afraid there’s much more to it than this, though…

What did you do in 2003 that you’d never done before? Started running almost every day

 Did you keep your new years’ resolutions, and will you make more for next year? I did, and I will.

 Did anyone close to you give birth? No

 Did anyone close to you die? No

What countries did you visit? A few little Caribbean ones on a cruise in March

What would you like to have in 2004 that you lacked in 2003? My own apartment

What date from 2003 will remain etched upon your memory? July 3rd

What was your biggest achievement of the year? The PR Case Studies campaign proposal for the Art Museum of Western Virginia/graduating college

What was your biggest failure? Forgetting to late-drop Calculus, therefore, failing it – obviously.

 Did you suffer illness or injury? Ear infections, sprained finger, ear infections, ear infections

What was the best thing you bought? Flat-screen monitor

Whose behavior merited celebration? My three roommates for being the best friends ever

Where did most of your money go? Clothes

What did you get really, really, really excited about? Applying to Navy OCS

What song will always remind you of 2003? King of Wishful Thinking – Go West

Compared to this time last year, are you:
      Happier or sadder? Happier

      Thinner or fatter? Thinner

      Richer or poorer? Richer

What do you wish you’d done more of? Flirting

What do you wish you’d done less of? Crying

How will you be spending Christmas? Same as always

Did you fall in love in 2003? No

How many one-night stands? 4?

Who were your best friends? Andrea, Jess, Katie, Kristy

What thing did you do that was meaningful to others? Memorized my part as G.T.B. for the Chi Omega Initiation Ceremony

What was your favorite TV program? American Dreams, JAG, The OC, Dawson’s Creek, The Bachelorette (on the big screen @ the Chi-O house)

Do you hate anyone now that you didn’t hate this time last year? Hate, no, but, I have lost respect for several people that I considered great friends this time last year.

What was the best book you read? Hawaii by James Michener

What was your greatest musical discovery? Israel Kamakawiwo’ole

What did you want and get? Gamecube and Animal Crossing

What did you want and not get? A trip to Hawaii

What was your favorite film of this year? Pirates of the Caribbean

What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you? 22, ate dinner @ Beamer’s w/my favorite sisters and Ryan, went downtown to Hokie House, TOTS, and probably more bars

What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying? The Hokies winning all their games and heading to the Sugar Bowl

What kept you sane? January – June: Andrea, Hilary, Brad  June – December: Kristy, running, and TV

Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most? Julia Stiles (as always), Josh Duhamal

What political issue stirred you the most? The war, obviously, just like everyone else

Who did you miss? January – May: Mike May – December: Andrea, Katie, Jess, Jenn, Sara, Ryan, Hilary, Brad, all my sisters and friends from school

Who was the best new person you met this year? Brad Hockenberry – in PR Case Studies

Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2003: 1. You can’t trust everyone, you can’t fix everything, you can’t go everywhere, but you can find happiness with what you have.  2. If you want to do something, do it.  It doesn’t matter what people say or whether or not they expect it of you or even if they think you’ll succeed.  What matters is what you think, and that’s all. 3. Managing a restaurant, even a small one, is not as easy as it looks, but it is as fun.

Quote that sums up your year:  There are too many to list.  Here’s my favorite at the moment: “Life is short.  Sooner or later you have to face up to who you are and stop trying to be someone else.” ~Mac