Birthday Celebration at Black Tap
Before I moved from Vegas to start school up in Reno, I got to celebrate my friend, Uzma's, birthday at Black Tap. I had previously celebrated my birthday there as well, so I was extremely excited to go again. The main components of what makes the restaurant so enjoyable is the decor, food, and most notably, the gourmet shakes.
And that's only a small part of what's actually there aesthetic-wise. Also, this is definitely a place to take advantage of for photo-ops.
Now for the food and drinks.
I decided to start off with the Pineapple Ginger Mocktail while I waited for Uzma to arrive.
Next, came our crazy milkshakes. The one on the left is The Cake Shake and the shake on the right is the Cookie 'N Cream Supreme.
And lastly, the food. I ordered the Crispy Chicken Caesar Salad, since I've tried the burgers before. I think next time I go to Black Tap I'm going to order this again because it was fantastic.
To end this post, I figured that I'd show what I wore, since Uzma and I were taking so many pictures while exploring the Venetian.
Thank you for reading lovelies!
Yannick Thomas
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12 September 2018
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My story of how I became who I am as a writer, and English speaker starts from the very beginning, at birth. I was born in Germany and grew up there until I was about 2 years old, when my parents moved to the US. Even though I was still young, being raised by first generation immigrants had its impact. For the first years of my life I remember only speaking German at home, and going to German school every Saturday morning from 8:00-12:00 pm. All my friends were from the German school, and they all had German parents. That was the only language that I knew until I was about five. At that point, I started kindergarten at the local school. It is one of the most vivid memories that I have, walking into that classroom and seeing nothing but foreign, unrecognizable letters everywhere. I felt my heart rate shoot up through the roof, my chest felt tight, and before I knew it the confusing strange language faded into a sharp, high pitched ringing in my ears, drowning out the world around me. I couldn’t understand anyone and I was terrified. I remember being absolutely frozen with fear.
As time went on, it became very clear that I was going to need extra help learning English and catching up with all the other kids. My homework scores were much lower than all the other kids in the class. After meeting with my teacher, my mom took me out to buy flashcards and grammar/vocabulary workbooks. Every day after I came home from school we would practice English together, and work on all kinds of different things. One day of the week was always dedicated to grammar, and the next day would consist of vocabulary worksheets and flashcards. After that came pronouns and synonyms, and my least favorite day of all, word association. I remember sitting at that table for hours at a time with the bright Ikea kitchen lamp shining down onto our dining table. We worked so hard every single day, even on the weekends because I wanted to improve too I wanted to be able to make friends and do as well as the rest of the kids in my class. We worked on my English all the time at home, but yet my scores were only going up a few points here and there. Whatever we were doing was not enough to catch up to the different material being taught, especially as I moved forward into first and early second grade. We were trying our best but I was still struggling in my classes.
As time went by I started to lose hope of ever catching up to my fellow classmates. I thought to myself will I forever have to work two times as hard as everyone? Will I ever be able to compete with them at the same level? Then one day as I was sitting at lunch by myself like usual, and a short kid with curly hair came up to me and asked, can I sit with you? I nodded, unsure of this new presence at my table but I thought what is the worst that could happen. I remember him being confused at first why I always asked him to repeat himself or talk slower, but he knew that I was from Germany and he was very understanding. We became great friends and then I even started becoming friends with all of his other friends. We started always having lunch together and we would sometimes even stay after school to play on the playground together or meet up at the park to play on the weekends. Before long we were an inseparable group of friends. I remember there was one weekend where we all actually had a sleepover for one of my friends birthday, but there was one problem with this; my friend wanted to go to a
that for us. Our food is loved by the majority of people in Vegas and to have been there the entire time and seen the evolution of the business is something that inspired me to continue on in my education and to reach my highest potential, so that one day, I may too have my own successful business. What my family accomplished is the very definition of the American Dream, and that is still very much possible.
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