The Holiday Diaries: Los Angeles/Las Vegas May 2004 - Day 12
Sunday, November 05, 2006
Wednesday 12th May 2004
.Started the day by discovering that Darren has been using my toothbrush by mistake since we arrived in the states. How positively vile. There are some things that are sacred and are private. We don't use the bathroom with the door open and we don't have showers together (its not sensual - its washing dirt off your body!) and we don't share toothbrushes. Having said that, I was too lazy to buy a new one, so I just rinsed it under the tap good and proper...
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We went to see mamma mia in the evening. a musical based on the abba songs. Well i say based on the the abba songs - it has the abba songs in and then they tenuously link together a story about a girls upcoming wedding. The story is basically this - this stroppy moo of a daughter who is getting married, wants her dad to give her away. Her mom (dressed in prisoner cell block h chic dungas) was a bit of a goer in her youth so can only narrow it down to three men who of course all turn up at the wedding.Turns out no one has heard of dna testing so they all decide to be her dad. Bless. The show was really good, but the mom could not hit some of the high notes so it was painful to listen to bits of it. I have never experienced that in a theatre before. The finale was the best when the cast sang waterloo and the audience danced and twirled like the dancing queens they were...
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We were getting petrol/gas after - i was working the pump (a natural talent ) and darren was sat in the car. This verbal fight broke out between two random guys - it was mutha a this and punk ass bitch that. It was when i heard the one guy shout 'the last guy that dissed me got cut. bad' Well naturally i was concerned that people still use the word dissed and expect to be taken seriously. I was also concerned that i would be in the middle of a vicious fight. My biggest concern, however, was that at the first sign of danger, Darren actually locked himself in the car, locking me out!!!! You could almost see the life insurance $$$£££ pop up in his eyes
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Darrens feet are so manky at the moment - he has blisters all over them like he has walked the himilayas (sp?) It hurts every time he walks so when we went to see Sirens - the free show outside the Treasure Island hotel, he had two margharitas to numb the pain - except he drank them so fast he gave himself heartburn. Seconds before we decided not to see the show because of the doubled over pain he was in, some guy touched his arse and did the head toe head appraisal look. I was outraged and decided to express my severe displeasure by fixing him with a stare that i believe adequately conveyed my sentiments of 'how dare you mack on my man' Sadly darren later told me the look was more of a 'oooo get you mother girl - stay away from my man'. Damn
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