Viva Las Vegas

I drove to Vegas Friday night. My boss let me off at 3:30 and I left directly from work. So I beat most of the traffic, which was great. I decided to attempt to save time by skipping the Lenwood exit in Barstow and taking another one further down since everybody else was getting off at Lenwood for gas and it looked congested. I won't be doing that twice. I have no idea where in Barstow I was, but the people in that place... there was a guy who had scars on his face, one across his eyelid that looked like he'd been slashed up, a greasy grey braid down his back...anyway, he wasn't the scariest looking guy there. I'll just leave it at that.

I got to Vegas around 9:30 and had 3 hours to kill. So I cruised down the strip a ways, and then decided that I didn't have the energy for a casino. So I went to dinner by myself. I've never done this before. My waiter talked to me in a very pitying kind of way. Some of the other patrons openly stared. Try it out sometime. It's very interesting. After that I went to the grocery store to get some stuff for a cold I have. The cops came busting into the grocery store and starting searching through the aisles for someone. At 11:30pm in who knows what part of Vegas that's a bit alarming. Whoever it was they were looking for seemed to have gotten away.

I picked up John at the airport, and we drove to Nettie's double wide. May I just say that John is the only person I know that can say things to me like "Are you retarded? I said 'turn LEFT!'" or "I understand that you have to slow down for the speed bumps, what I can't understand is why you have to drive like a grandma inbetween them..." and for some reason I find it amusing, and not at all offensive. It might be the way these little outbursts are followed up by him continuing what he was saying before in a normal tone of voice like nothing just happened.

The next day we didn't do much because John had some sleep to catch up on. So I spent most of the morning and part of the afternoon on Nettie's couch watching CNN and some weird show about devil fairies called Torchwood that gave me weird that night about mean fairies.

The game was great. Okay, there was some ugly football in there, but it's always nice to be able to see the games in person. I think that UNLV must really hate how many BYU fans always turn out for their games. The UNLV fans in front of us were very nice and very drunk. The man got so wasted that by the 4th he couldn't keep it straight whether or not he was watching college or pr0-ball, much less who was actually winning. His wife had 4 beers (I counted) and I'm not sure how many he had, but she was also really drunk, but still better off than he was.

After the game we went down on the field and I snapped this picture of John with my cell phone camera. There was no time to get one of me because the security guard hustled us right back off the field.

We stayed up way too late watching ESPN at Nettie's and so I got kind of a late start back Sunday morning. I still got out early enough that the traffic still wasn't too bad and I made it home without incident. So that was my weekend. It was great. However, I cannot speak. I have a little bit of a cold, and it actually seems to be worsening. It's now to the point that when I go to speak only 60-70% of the words I am saying actually come out. My boss is telling me that as soon as I get a few little things done here today (although I'm not sure that blogging was one of those things) I'm free to go. I think I'm calling in sick tomorrow. :)