In a surprising move indicative of fiscal irresponsibility last week, the National Guard sent me to Las Vegas for a conference. I’d never been to Vegas before, but I met a couple bloggers at BlogHer who expressed a willingness to show me around, so I took them up on it.
I met Nancy from Fear & Parenting in Las Vegas at the Triple George Grill in downtown Vegas. We agreed to stay out til midnight, since it was a weeknight.
We saw a giant screen. And some bar that used to be a beauty salon. And some other bar that looked like a dungeon. And the Bellagio. And a bunch of traffic. And New York, New York. Which had a roller coaster. That we foolishly decided to ride.
There were signs everywhere telling riders to use the lockers for change, cameras, phones, etc., so that said items don’t come hurling down at 32 feet-per-second-squared at the pedestrians down below when the ride goes upside-down. I had my cellphone in my hand, and the operator made me shove it in a locker just as we were about to board the ride. I was pissed.
So, I shoved my camera in my crotch and plopped down into my seat on the ride. And then I pulled it out and started snapping away. But I couldn’t stop with just two…
I had to keep on taking pictures as we began our ascent. Only, we didn’t ascend. The ride stopped. Its operator came sprinting toward the front of the roller coaster and glared at me–the same one who’d refused to let me board with my phone just a few seconds earlier. I could feel the seething from all who’d waited in line for 45 minutes, only to have some jackass from Georgia prevent their riding the roller coaster once they’d finally started. I had to hand over the camera.
Me: Well, are you going to give it back?
Operator: Of course I’m going to give it back.
Me: Where will it be kept while we’re on the ride?
Operator: In my hand.
Me: What’s your name, anyway?
Operator: I’ll have it when you get back!
Other 50 riders behind me: Just give him the damned camera already!
I complied. Next, I decided to give $80 to a nice old blackjack dealer who looked a lot like Uncle Fester. That made for an exciting 12 minutes. At least Nancy let me play with her winnings for a while, until they too disappeared. I took a picture of the ceiling, which looked like Dale Chihuly had thrown up. But it was a pretty throw up.
We watched an old man and young woman get to know each better than anyone should get to know each other in a public place. We got a picture with the sign.
I got home around 3. I woke up with red hand prints across my right cheek from smacking myself to stay awake on the drive back. At least, that’s what I’m telling myself.
The next day, I went back to Notorious BHJ’s crib. As soon as I walked in, he told his daughter, “Now watch what you say around this guy, because he’s probably going to write it all down and publish it on the internet.”
We went to Red Rock Canyon for some hiking.
I recognized a couple “Wordless Wednesday” backdrops from old blog entries. We saw a large snake. We communed with nature.
We returned to their home, waited on the Mrs to return from work, dropped off the youngsters, and had Sushi Love. He even got to have his faded, through-the-wash card stamped. We plowed through, like, 16 rolls.
Then, according to Twitter, I did the following:
-counted cards like Rain Man.
-called Criss Angel a “degenerate Yankee” and started a knife fight.
-flipped over a table at the Bellagio buffet and insulted the Queen of England.
-beat up a toothless whore.
-got my knees broken by a goon with shovels.
-teased Mike Tyson about his girly voice.
-banged crystal meth.
-encouraged BHJ to blow 7 years of sobriety by calling him a “pussy.”
-hit on BHJ’s wife and then took her out dancing to BHJ’s fruitless protests of “Lame! Lame! Lame!”
Okay, maybe I didn’t actually tease him for staying sober.
Despite all that, I didn’t even have to use my AK. I gotta say it was a good day.
I have seen that Chihuly vomit. The only thing it’s got going for it is that it doesn’t smell. He should keep his day job…oh, wait.
.-= califmom´s last blog ..Mom Dad, Consider Your Stockings Stuffed =-.
I haven’t sen the Chihuly vomit. But you are sure you were smacking yourself? Cause you get outta hand, and maybe it was someone else.
Miss chatting with you in the lobby. Chi-Town was a lot of fun. Hope that Las Vegas is that good.
.-= Tina@SendChocolate´s last blog ..I’ve Never Done This Before, What Will People Think? – PR Spotlight =-.
Glad to see you handed over the camera. One would hate to think that a lawyer wouldn’t obey a lawful instruction, or that he would not show a fine-tuned understanding of personal liability,
.-= headbang8´s last blog ..Pimp meinen Fahrt =-.
and they wonder why the US economy is in the state it’s in
.-= SciFi Dad´s last blog ..Nothing and Everything =-.
I am so glad we all sent you to Vegas. It looks like you had a good time on our dime.
And the camera incident on the ride? Reminds me of some annoying girl who tried to smuggle a Diet Coke in her carry-on and made the entire security line shut down until they could get it out.
.-= Carolyn Online´s last blog ..Someone get this kid Excel pronto. =-.
Why I love my life:
Because I know people who can work Dale Chihuly into a joke and I GET IT.
.-= Shieldmaiden1196´s last blog ..You know you are in trouble when nurses are apologizing =-.
You got me with the faux twitter about calling BHJ a “pussy”. I gasped and thought you were an asshole for a minute. Glad you let us know it was just a “funny”.
.-= Chris´s last blog ..Almost Badass =-.
I’m not gonna try to be cool and write a snappy comment. This was a damn funny post. Like, all of it.
.-= JD at I Do Things´s last blog ..I Will Be Cremated so you don’t have to be =-.
Tax dollars hard at work, I see.
.-= Miss Britt´s last blog ..Ugly. =-.
At least when you beat up the toothless whore you didn’t get your knuckles scraped. No teeth, no scraping. WIN!
.-= Coal Miner’s Granddaughter´s last blog ..Terrible Twos =-.
I always like a good Ice Cube reference.
.-= A Free Man´s last blog ..But how this life will change him, that we don’t know. =-.
Thanks for the visit. I can’t believe you left out the filipina leprechaun!
.-= Nancy at Fear and Parenting in Las Vegas´s last blog ..Hot Damn. =-.
@Califmom, I liked his exhibit at the Botanical Gardens in Atlanta a few years ago!
@Tina, I’m not sure…but I hope it was me. And I miss you fine peeps, too!
@headbang8, Just because I understand the rules doesn’t mean I want to follow them. Some rules are stupid. I wasn’t going to drop my camera.
@SciFiDad, Because the government encouraged lenders to give a house to everyone with a pulse?
@Carolyn Online, I remember that chick. She knew she couldn’t go through security with her Coke, but she left it in carry-on anyway. What a bitch! I mean, what an attractive, misunderstood lady.
@Shieldmaiden, And that’s why I live my 8 readers, too!
@Chris, I try to have a bar I stay above in the “good taste” category. It’s low, but it’s there.
@JD, I’m glad you thought so. Some of it was tragic, though.
@MissBritt, I was hard at work, too, you know.
@CoalMiner’sGD, That’s a great point. My hands are still as pretty as they were before I started swatting. I love pretty hands.
@FreeMan, Glad to hear it! As do I.
@Nancy, Um, I have no recollection such a character. Will wait for your post to refresh my memory!
Sometimes it makes me really happy that you’re such a difficult pain in the ass. Keep given folks the business!
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