Title: PASS THE COURVOISIER: My life in Las Vegas
Category: full of life
Blog Entry: I spent my final years of High School in northern New Mexico;
Farmington to be precise. Its where I became pregnant, had my daughter
and worked for 3 years. I enrolled in the local Community College (San
Juan College), but couldnt decide what I wanted to focus my education
on. Because it was a Community College, they partnered with
Universities in the area, to provide the students with a transfer
program. I looked at Eastern New Mexico University, which has a great
elementary education program, but teaching wasnt my first choice. UNM
and NMSU were too big and I knew that I would get distracted by the
social aspects of college. After much deliberation, I decided to major
in Social Work and attend New Mexico Highlands University. I started
the program at San Juan College and completed the first 2 years, but
grew tired of the community and decided to move to Las Vegas, New
Mexico and attend NMHU full-time. In August of 2002, Isabel and I
packed up our belongings and hit the open road in search of a better
life and the adventure that comes with that change.
I enrolled Isabel in the NMHU Child Care Center and began my
then junior year as a COWBOY. My course load, that first semester, was
intense as I decided to take all of the outstanding undergraduate
requirements as well as the full level SW classes. I was in class from
7:30 am to 5:00 pm every day. But it was fun! Isabel and I adjusted so
fast and started making friends right away. We lived in the Gregg House
- Family Housing, a small two bedroom apartment that had at one time
been dorms. The kitchen was in an old closet, it was that small.
The receptionist at the Child Care Center introduced me to
another single mother from Farmington, whose daughter Tiana, was in
Isabels class. I didnt know Michelle from Farmington, but we became
very good friends. Michelle was like no woman Id ever known. At first,
she was shy and reserved and a little tense about my flamboyant
behavior. I worked so hard to break her out of her shell. I did
ridiculous things like flash my titties at her in the middle of
Walmart. I'd get out of the shower and prance around the house stark
naked, dripping wet and shake like a dog just to get a reaction out of
her. It worked too, I've never laughed as hard as I did with Michelle.
Las Vegas is home to the Montezuma Castle/Hot Springs and one
day I decided to take my girls for a soak. We choose the lower pools
because they are slightly less hot than the upper pools and we felt it
better for the girls. We left my Pathfinder at the parking lot and headed down the
hill. Some High School aged kids were leaving as we approached and it
pleased me that wed have the place to ourselves. I had just jumped into
the pool and reached for the first kid to lower her into the water when
the High School kids started shouting, BEAR!!! GET OUT OF THE WATER!!!
BEAR COMING YOUR WAY!!! I looked to where they were pointing and didnt
see anything, but when I looked back to Michelle, she was already mile
upstream (opposite direction of my truck) booking it as fast as she
could with 45 pounds of child under each arm. I laughed SO hard at that
sight! We ended up hanging out at the upper pools, near other people, where a
bear was less likely to come investigate. After an hour or so of fun in
the water and no sight of the bear, we thought it safe to head back to
the truck. Once loaded in the truck, Michelle asked if we could go to
the castle as she had never seen it up close. By then the sun had just set
and visibility was not the greatest, but we headed across the river and
up to the castle. As we rounded the last corner, a bear appeared out of
nowhere and darted across the road right in front of us. We screamed and
veered and probably scared the bear more than it scared us. Unfortunately,
the bear made it to the woods before the girls could see it, but Michelle
and I got up close and personal with its rear end.
By January, Michelle and Tiana had moved in with Isabel and I;
we spent every waking hour together anyway. Also in January, we met a
new neighbor of mine, Randy Hayes. He was a young, hip, single father
and not bad looking either. After bombarding him with our cunning
female ways, we decided that hed make a better friend than sex object.
I think that decision came after he got butt naked, tucked his wenis
in-between his legs and ran screaming down the walkway in front of out
apartments. Something I NEVER want to see again. Randy proved to be a
great friend despite his referendum to porn at every opportunity. He
was a big fan of Reggae. Randy and I shared so much; music and
conversation and mops (dont ask). He loved Tiana and Isabel to death
and would do anything for them. Randy also introduced us to Chris and
Melissa Wolford.
Melissa, Michelle and I became very close. It really was
magical. When we'd get together and make dinner, it was like the world
stood still and only our little family existed. Melissa and I shared so
many spiritual moments, both sober and assisted. To this day, she holds
my heart and speaks pure poetry in every instance.
On the event of my 23rd Birthday, Melissa pland a big to-do at her
aunt's condo in Rociada (15 miles or so in the mounians, north-west of
Las Vegas). Melissa's brother, Mike and 5 of his friends from Santa Fe
had planed to "camp" there that weekend, so we all joind them. Mike
worked for BoarHead Meats and brought a ton of various items for the
BBQ. The rest of us pitched in on items such as pancake mix, side
dishes, drinks and cake. Michelle made THE BEST pineapple upside-down
cake for me! Michelle and I also used our EBT cards at the local liquor
store to purchase beverages (wink-wink). We spent $90 of the governments
money on booze...LOL. Randy, being the clown that he is, attempted to
catch fire to his farts, and I assisted him by squirting lighter fluid
down his shorts... luckily he didn't catch fire, but the chemicals
burnt his balls. Rightly so in my opinion! Oh, the fun we had that night!
Lot's and lots of illegal activities went on; even the security officer
in his little golf cart with the blue light couldn't stop us from wrecking
havock! It was the best Birthday Party I've ever attended....
By the end of our second semester in Las Vegas, I had come to
the conclusion that Social Work was not my forte. I also was dealt a
great blow when my then fiance, Jerry, decided that he didnt love me.
The combined effect led to the disbandment of the Las Vegas clan and I
feel responsible for the loss of love between us all. It's been years
now and I know it is pointless to harbor resentment, but I do regret
leaving Las Vegas. The place, the people; it will always be home to me.
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