The Vegas Window

Friday night John and I had another meeting of The George Washington Social Club. For those of you who don’t know about the club I will explain. The George Washington Social Club is modeled after a club for seniors. We admire the elderly and respect the active lives they have lived, and live. With this view on life in mind, we enjoy every event to the fullest. We require all members to dress appropriately to all GWSC events. Friday night was no exception. John wore blue jeans, a white dress shirt, and a blue blazer. I had on dark blue dress pants, a white dress shirt, and a tan leather jacket. We arrived at the Our Savior’s Fair and inspected our surroundings, not to shabby. However we did realize there was one small problem. We had told everybody to meet us at 6 PM at the ferris wheel. We arrived at 6:30 and there was no ferris wheel. We blamed this fact alone on the lack of attendance for this particular meeting. We soon ran into my friend Marina , along with her friend Brittney, and engaged in a conversation about the club. We told her that about 60 people had planned on coming to the event, but the bus they had chartered broke down near Miami and they decided to go to South Beach instead.

John and I quite enjoyed ourselves on the Fire Ring. (That’s that big ring with the cars that go back and forth.) After awhile the ride gets kind of un-fun as you think about what it is like to fall from a building. I was also afraid that a kid might throw up in front of us when were on the incline. We would have been helpless to defend ourselves as the vomit spread like a shotgun blast over our surprised faces. This would have undoubtedly caused a chain reaction, resulting in all of us throwing up on each other. After the ride John exclaimed that, “this is the best night of my life.” I agreed, but when I did I almost slipped on the walkway and ate it. After the Fire Ring we enjoyed the huge slide. It was pretty dope and only one ticket. (On a side note: Tickets were a dollar each! I could never afford a fair every week.) After the slide we decided to take it easy in the bingo room. A nice older man named Dick assisted us with the rules and playing cards. Dick said that we looked like we were there to win and we whole heartedly agreed with him. I was one I-27 away from a bingo when some guy next to us called out bingo and enthusiastically held his card up.

John and I decided to blow that popsicle hut and experience some more rides. We proceeded to one ride that simulated flight with a hand glider, a three man hang glider that is attached to a huge metal frame with which 10 other hand gliders are attached. We tried to pretend like we were super man and keep a straight face the whole way through, but I just couldn’t do it. After the hang gliders we rode the slide again. This little boy with a mullet was scared to go down the slide. I could relate with him. I was scared of quite a lot of things at that age. Actually, to tell you the truth, this event was the first fair that I had ever gone to where I rode the “scary