This is from something I’ve been working on for a while. Just one story from a series of stories titled “She smiled with a gaped smile that sparkled.”
We would go on weekend adventures.
One Saturday we decided to take photo dares. So around 10 am we stopped by Walgreens and picked up a horrible tasting bottle of Jose Cuervo. As we boarded the bus we tossed the bottle into the trash, empty and dry.
The first dare. Take photos of tourist’s reactions to your actions.
She decided she wanted to straddle a statute at the Caesar Palace gardens. She acted as if she was having wild outdoor sex with a cement statue, moaning loudly. The first shot was of an Asian woman appearing as if she was going to vomit after waking into the scene
The second dare. Take a photo playing the piano at the high end bar.
I walked in asking for a glass of water from the bartender who then advised me there was a water fountain not far behind me. I advised him I was the piano player (as my legs shook slightly) and to “shut up and give me a damn glass”. I played “chopsticks” for over 10 minutes before someone gave me a $10 tip.
We spent the afternoon like this. Going from casino to casino, cursing up a storm and laughing at the stupidity that was Las Vegas. On the bus ride home we spoke in a made up languages as if we were having an argument. She sounded remarkably Russian and I was more unbelievable sounding like gibberish.
We always had fun like that. She was the first to inspire my adventures. And for the short time together we had many.
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