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Vegas, the final day
Jun 5th
It just occured to me that I forgot to finish that series of posts.
Saturday I tried to sleep in, I really did. I think I lasted until 9ish. Got up and packed up, got everyone else up and packed and went downstairs to replace the room key/players card I’d left in a machine the night before. I forgot to mention about the 45 minutes I sat in the elevator lobby waiting for Casey the night before because I’d lost my key.
I’d won a t-shirt with my player’s card, and wasted another $20 in the machines waiting for CJ to check out of her room and come over. We headed over to the all-you-can-eat-all-day buffet and had a nice brunch. And gambled some more. CJ had a lot better luck than I did, doubling her money, but I think we both eventually walked out losers. Went up to the pool deck to hang out for a while, then back to eat again.
I was so tired exhausted all I wanted to do was sleep or go home. Not a lot of sitting places in Vegas. Our ride to the airport showed up late, didn’t know how to get to the airport, stopped for gas on the way and got us lost AT the airport. Son’s dumbass friend. We should have took a cab, seriously.
Weird that I’d bought my plane tickets a week before CJ and we still ended up sitting next to each other. Casey chose to ride home with his friends so his seat was empty between us. And a really hot guy sat in front of me. He was a good sport with our teasing and flirting.
And then Ginnie was late picking us up from the airport.
| Originally published at Spellwight. |
Vegas, Baby! Day One.
May 31st
Thursday: Flight up was okay, wandered around the airport looking for the city bus to the Stratosphere, finally found it, and why are homeless people so talkative?
Checked in right away, package deal included BOGO tickets to Bite and I knew CJ wanted to go so went ahead and booked that. Room was nice/average but the hallway smelled like skunky pot. Casey went off to wander around and came back with some orange drink that was pretty good. His friends showed up and we pretty much hung out in the room while everyone (all 7 of us) showered and got ready to go out.
WALKED from the Strat to Fremont street. Could have killed Son for suggesting the walk and not letting me fund a cab ride. Got in argument with one of bitchy girls who keeps her poor husband on a VERY short leash. I’m seriously sick of hearing Ben Ben Ben every time he wanders three feet away. Shut UP Kristen. Had a drink on Fremont and waited for the light show. Disappointed. What the hell happened to the Fremont Street experience? Two music videos and ads for every place on the street? That’s not an experience! Tried to find a cab for all of us and ended up on the Deuce bus, which was slow but okay. Dumped everyone except Deseree and she and I carried on. There were hot South African guys on the bus. Ended up at Nine Fine Irishmen at the New York New York because it was her 22nd birthday and she picked the place.
Nine Fine Irishmen is now my very favorite pub ever. EVER. I want to live there.
They didn’t have Strongbow, but they did have Magners. And live music, some of which I recognize from the Brodignagian Bards. And more Magners. Des and I sang and laughed and drank and flirted and had a great time. And more Magners. I think I may have tried to drink dial some people. Lots of hot Irish guys, damn those people are friendly and just want to have a fun time. Maybe I’ll check out Ireland soon.
There was an adorable tiny philipino lady who, from what other people told me, is there EVERY night right down front. She must be 810 years old, wearing way too much makeup and all dolled up, sing and dancing right along with every song.
I left Des flirting with Michael from Dublin and got back to my room around 3:30 am to step over the passed out bodies and find my bed.
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War, Inc. – my review
May 24th
I finally got around to watching this DVD last night. I’m a fan of John Cusack, but I’m glad I waited to rent (netflix) this rather than paying full price at a theater.
War, Inc is Grosse Pointe Blank years later with Idiocracy slathered on top. Not the stupid people part (though there was a fair amount of stupid people) but the advertising part. They should have just reused the name Martin Blank and his assistant Marcella and wrote it as a sequel.
Because it’s a movie about a (corporate) hit-man who is burnt out and he meets a woman and shit happens and they end up together. And Dan Aykroyd is in it, too.
Remember the fight scene in the school hallway in GPB? Almost exactly duplicated including the killing the other guy with a non-weapon part. There he used a pen and here he used an air-injecting wine bottle opener. At least I think that’s what it was. AND “the girl” comes in at the end and sees it and runs away, then he has to save her from the bad guys… almost a GPB retread.
And I hate watching fight scenes with John Cusack. It’s like watching a Giraffe do slow-motion karate… poorly. He’s so much better at dialogue and humor.
Final verdict: don’t bother.
| Originally published at Spellwight. |
