Thursday, May 26, 2011

Looking for a great place to smoke hookah in Vegas?


Then look no further. The Red Hookah Lounge on Tropicana and Pecos, in the Tropicana Cinemas parking lot, is the right one for you. Tired of going to other places that claim to be lounges, but blast music so loud you can’t even hear yourself think, let alone have an actual conversation with friends? Tired of the same old bland menu of flavors you deal with every time you go to a normal lounge? Let Red Hookah solve that problem for you. It’s one of the few lounges in town that has a comfortable atmosphere that fosters conversation and friendship. And, with a menu of 120+ single flavors and specialty mixtures, you’re sure to have new things to try for a long time to come.

Boasting an experienced and helpful staff, Red Hookah Lounge is there to ensure that you have the best possible time smoking hookah. You’ll never leave unhappy. Though it doesn’t seem large at first glance, the lounge contains a large room of ten different tables, as well as six VIP rooms for those groups that want a little privacy.

Now, I bet you’re thinking that in order to get all of this, you’d be paying quite a pretty penny. The best thing about all this is that it’s also one of the cheapest places in town to smoke. With single flavors at only $15 and most mixes at $20, you won’t be paying an arm and a leg just to have a good time. As well, for groups, Red Hookah Lounge has an excellent special running. For $10 a person, depending on the size of the group, you can get up to six single flavored hookahs! Or, if you so choose, you can combine any two to make any mix you want, or get a mix off of the menu.

Red Hookah Lounge is by far the best choice for great atmosphere, beautiful decoration, and excellent hookah. Stop on by to give them a try! I can assure you that you won’t be disappointed.

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Last Night's Episode of Glee

Now, for those of you who don't know, I am an avid follower of the show Glee. Originally I began watching it because I did choir for twelve years, and I wanted to see how Fox would interpret the blood, sweat and tears shed during rehearsals and performances. As well, I wanted to see how they would incorporate the drama involved in choir. Many people don't think about this, but when you throw a group of teenagers in a room together and have them bare their hearts and souls out in front of one another, drama is going to happen.

Anyways, none of that matters right now. The reason I continued to watch Glee was because of a few key story points. First; Karofsky, the school bully, and Kurt, the only openly gay kid at the school. There was drama there and a lot of potential for an excellent plot arc. So far, though it's going slowly, things are looking up there.

The second was the character of Sue Selvester. She's the evil coach of the school's cheerleading squad. She has made it her life's goal to destroy the Glee club because they took away from her funding. Anyways, though she's a terrible person, we found out in the second or third season that she has a sister. Her sister lived in a nursing home and was born with Down Syndrome. Despite how she was to the rest of the world, there were a few scenes that showed how loving and caring she could be whenever her sister was involved. That was originally what made me love Sue.

If you watch Glee and have not seen last night's episode, I recommended that you don't read further. I will be posting spoilers that will ruin the episode for you.

In last night's episode, Sue's sister passed away due to a case of pneumonia. I know that, originally, when Sue first said something about it, many people thought she was saying it as part of an elaborate scheme to bring down the glee club. I, however, knew better, If there is anything Sue never jokes about, it's her sister. Eventually in the episode, Sue goes on to say that her sister caught a small case of pneumonia, but the doctors didn't think it was anything to worry about. They put her sister on antibiotics and said she'd be fine. The night of her death, Sue was with her sister. Her sister insisted that Sue go home to get some sleep. So, against her better judgement, Sue went home. At around 2 AM, only a couple of hours later, Sue got the call that her sister had passed away.

Immediately, I began tearing up. It wasn't necessarily because of the character's death or because of how it affected Sue. It was more because of how it resonated in my life. My grandmother passed away when I was thirteen. In an effort to give me a good day, my mother took me out to a movie after school and then to dinner. After dinner she told me the news that my grandmother was placed in a hospice. Immediately I was shocked. I knew what a hospice was, what it was for, and it just didn't make sense to me. My grandmother was a strong and powerful woman who kept on going no matter what. However, her stomach cancer had gotten the better of her. My mother took me to the hospice so I could see her. My grandmother was in a drug induced sleep so she wouldn't have to be in pain. She was sleeping more peacefully than I had ever seen her sleep. I wanted to stay, but my mom said that it was a school night so I needed to go get sleep. The next thing I remember is my mom waking me up and telling me that she passed away in her sleep. Even now I can feel tears welling up at the memory.

Later on in Glee, a distraught Sue agrees to let one of the kids in the club plan her sister's funeral. When the funeral rolls around, despite Sue's fears of having no one show up, the church was full of other patients in the nursing home, the staff, people who knew her, and all of their families. Surrounding the casket was large colorful mushrooms and green grass. Sue's sister's favorite movie, one that she had watched at least three times a week for thirty years, had been Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. Behind a veil, a small orchestra was playing a medley of music from the movie. Immediately upon seeing it, I began tearing up again, the memories of my grandmother's funeral coming to mind. Then Sue began her speech and I lost it. Tears flowed free as she tried to speak, but kept stopping because of her tears. The glee club director got up and finished her speech for her, and with every word that was said, I cried harder. It made me realize how, even today, I miss my grandmother so damn much. She was the rock in my life. She was the woman that practically raised me. I saw her every single day from basically the time I was born until her death.

After the speech, the Glee club sang a beautiful rendition of her sister's favorite song from the movie; Pure Imagination. It was so heartfelt and full of love. Despite all the hell Sue put them through, and believe me she did, they were still there for her in her time of need. As I'm laying in bed writing this, I'm listening to the snow globe I bought my grandmother when I was just a kid. After she died one of my relatives tried to throw it away, saying that it was just another knick knack she had collected over the years. I saved it because I knew it was something she had loved, something was me to her. The song it plays is Till the End of time. Though it was a song originally meant for lovers, I think the lyrics still stand. "Till the end of time, 'long as stars are in the blue, 'long as there's a spring, a bird to sing, I'll go on loving you."

I'll keep this snow globe until the day I die. It will always be visible no matter where I live. It will always remain a constant reminder of the woman I loved so dearly, of the woman who raised me, of the woman who shaped who I am, of the woman who I will miss forever.

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

I May Have Saved a Life Today

Today I was on the way to the store to get some new clothes for work. I stopped at the gas station to get a soda and took a way that I normally wouldn’t take just because I felt like it. That route took me past a middle school and an elementary school, the former of the two just getting out for the day. Since it was a school zone I was driving slowly down the street, watching for kids and reminiscing about my days in middle school. I glanced down a side street and noticed a large group of kids gathered around in a big circle and just felt this ball of hot lead gather in my stomach. I couldn’t just keep driving. So, I did a quick U-turn, as I had already driven past the street, and drove up to the crowed. Sure enough, in the center, was this little kid getting beaten. I immediately hit my horn and held it. A bunch of kids look at me in surprise and bolted, not wanting to get caught watching a fight. After a moment even the guys doing the beating stopped and looked over at me in suspicion. I turned off the car and got out, my heart pounding so hard. I yelled at them, asked the what the fuck they thought they were doing. A couple of people started coming out of their houses and the guys took notice (they were probably in middle school themselves, maybe even high school freshman or something). They bolted and took off down the street. I went over to the kid who was laying on the ground crying. I asked him if he was okay as I knelt down next to him. His lip was busted open and his nose was bleeding profusely. I asked one of the people standing around if they could go inside and grab some paper towels. They did and came out quickly, I gave them to the kid and he mopped himself up. Someone asked if they should call the police. I looked at the kid and asked him if he wanted to get them involved or if he wanted me to just take him home. I ended up taking him home.

His mom answered the door, instantly saw him, and started crying and freaking out. She looked at me, a big burly guy, and thought that I had been the one who beat her son. She started coming at me, saying she was going to call the police and press charges. Both the boy and I quickly corrected her and told her what happened. She was crying harder and she hugged me and apologized. Before I left she tried to give me money for saving her son. I waved it away and said I couldn’t accept payment for being a decent human being.

I was jumped when I was in middle school. Three high school seniors attacked me from behind and started beating me. Had someone not had the heart to stop their car and get them off of me, they probably would have beaten me to death. We got the cops involved and when they found the culprits, they said it was gang retaliation. I was a short and chubby little white nerd, so obviously I was a hardcore gang banger. Anyways, the point of the story is that had someone not stopped and helped me, I probably would have been beaten to death. I was surrounded by kids I knew, kids I had known since elementary school, and all of them had these looks of excitement and glee. They wouldn’t have stopped it.

When I saw that crowed, I instantly thought about what had happened to me. I couldn’t just drive away. I didn’t get the whole story about what had happened because the kid was really quiet. Had he been scared for his life? I honestly don’t know. What sparked this brutal beating? Again, something I don’t know. But I can sleep easier knowing that I helped this poor kid.