Darling are we doing this or what?

Today I considered making my first vlog. In truth I like playing with my new phone cam. It's not even close to a GoPro Hero6, but it is more expensive thus I feel obligated to play with it... until I break it. 

I'll get into more of that later.

But first... 

Non-Sommeliers call themselves wine consultants. Today I don myself a wine consultant. Wine consultants don't have the prestige that comes with being a somm, but you get 100% more freedom to be a dung-hole sans narciss-reputa. You know what I'm saying? No? I'm just talking out of my ass again? (sigh) I've been doing this fish abortion of a blog since 2013. Get used to it.

Las Vegas, is a tricky town for wine. Outside of the strip, outside of Summerlin, outside of Henderson, it's not easy finding good wine, or even half decent palatable wine. Wild Horse, Acacia, Coppola, Hess? Not off the strip you don't! We're lucky if we get Gnarley Head, Bogle, and Mark West! Vons grocery stores DO NOT sell the same quality of wine out here that's sold in Los Angeles. NOT EVEN CLOSE. It's frustrating. 

And the corner liquor stores? Don't EVEN get me started! If you need a 40 oz., a box of six tampons for $25, and a slot machine, they got you covered. Otherwise, hike your butt on down to the strip. 

AND ANOTHER THING... 

I don't trust Yelp. Not for a second. I couldn't care less what 21 year old Tracy Von Cinnamon De'Helk, of Boulder City, thinks of the wine list at Buca Di Beppo. Like she knows what grapes are used to make Pinot Noir, to begin with? Umm. No. Shut up. 

I like reading Yelp reviews out loud in silly little voices. I'm sure the other customers at Starbucks appreciate the entertainment. They're all, "What the... oh... it's just that poor retarded pseudo Asian girl again."

Back to the vlog.

Like most writers, I have zero (stand in front of the class) verbal skills. Zero. None. Nada. I just say what's in the immediate brain-think and hope words form into at least semi recognizable sentences. (But I can writes you some mean ass speeches!)  

It's just, a vlog from time to time makes it more personal, right? I started and stopped the video camera many, many times today.

This too is Vegas. It's just down the street from me actually. I started the cam, but then a car needed to go down the street. 

Mountains. You know what mountains look like.

Moving on... 

I had to go into Town Square, this morning, which passes the infamous "Welcome To Vegas" sign, which also happens to be where the 58 murdered are currently memorialized. My plan was, upon my return from Town Square, stop at the memorial and make my vlog.

I again started the camera here, at the beginning of the black signs in between Town Square, and Mandalay Bay. But the traffic was so loud... 

The signs read VEGAS BRAVE, VEGAS PROUD, VEGAS RESILIENT, VEGAS TOGETHER, VEGAS GRATEFUL, and then of course VEGAS STRONG.   

So at the street meridian where the "Welcome To Vegas" sign is, I started my camera again, but the wind out of nowhere just started gusting every time I hit play

Take 1

Take 2

Take 3

Take 4

Take 5

Take 6

Fuck it.

Photos of the memorial. 

In truth, it wasn't a sad somber experience. People were united, compassionate, awkward smiles at each other trying to feel ok with being survivors, alive, and... just... embracing all the kindness and warmth we could from each other and the memorial, the memories...  Not letting anger and sorrow win.

And just then, everyone's phone started flashing news about the Texas church massacre. 

I mean...

There was nothing to say. Nothing to BE said. What now could we possibly say?? 

Nothing.

  

I'm a Buddhist (for it's philosophical properties). 

I wholly believe man is responsible for himself. 

I don't like guns. I don't own a gun. I don't want to own a gun. I don't want guns in my house. But to solely blame guns is a band-aid on a large scale GAPING psychological wound. 

Either by products of environment, or design, human beings are being re-wired. No one pays attention. There is no US. It is you and your electronics. I'm guilty of it too! But like I said on FB, I pay attention. I can tell when the early morning lady cashier at the grocery store is about to get on her period! I know when to compliment her hair.

AK rifles are the effect. Ok fine, do away with them if you think you can. Regardless, we need to nip the CAUSE or AK rifles will just be replaced with more rented trucks, or suicide bombers, or...

We have to start paying attention!