What a fine predicament. I went to Vegas with the intent of having a chill time with the family but wound up catching a slight cold which has kicked the dormant Mucus Factory into overdrive. It has caused me to walk the planet in a fog these last 24 hours, and I'm still not feeling well. I hope that you're feeling way better than I am. To say it as Will Ferrell did in Silent Bob and Jay Strike Back SWEET IRONY!
I got to the airport, parked the car in the short term parking (big BIG mistake) and headed up to the terminal. I take out my journal, as is wont to do in these situations, and I wind up not having a pen. I think to myself I have so many fucking pens it's ridiculous and yet again SWEET IRONY to not have a one to write my warped little thoughts with. I wound up snapping pictures in the terminal of useless things with my camera that will probably fuck it up, but hey, life is cool like that. I board the plane and proceed to deal with the drama of trying to sleep on a flight that's too bumpy and with rowmates that are inconsiderate and smelly. I was glad to get off that plane, but honestly, the ride was so bumpy that I was cold sweaty nauseaus for a good half of the flight and even afterwards. I still have that gotta yak vibe. Very Miyake.
We went out to Vegas to check out the Voodoo Resort which is our newest addition to the fine chain of Voodoo Maisons, Inc. A nice addition, I must add. Buff Bagwell and I were dukin' it out to see who gets what room, who gets closer to the bathroom, etc. Life is good. Mother and Father Voodoo were livin' large and were beside themselves with the new home. I'm happy for them and will be even happier when the time comes to kick it in Vegas for a weekend.
Cruising around the Strip leaves me with a few observations:
- People who use cellphones with their headsets on and walking around looking like they're talking to themselves look frickin looney.
- You really shouldn't drink all that much if you have issues (saw a few people fall to the ground like blubbering idiots confessing to crimes).
- You could make a killing as a pickpocket (not from experience, mind you).
- Walking around with a couple make me miss the company of someone in my life.
- Either there is a part of the world that still likes 80's clothes or there was a theme day in Vegas that I wasn't made aware of.
- Smoke is just plain bad.
- Never treat your service people bad. Waiters, room maids, janitors, etc. They are the people that make shit happen.
- I left my laptop at home which made me feel a whole lot freer.
- Ever notice that there are people who seem very Disney Animatronic at the slot machines?
- Wow! That's a LOT of cellulite!
- The waitress chicas who dole out the drinks like methadone to the addicts look really sad underneath it all.
- I gotta worry about white folks who are darker than me due to the sun.
- For a lot of people going to Vegas means doing what you can't do at home. Closet hoochies go all out. Frightening.
At any rate, a short hop into the land of Sin and other fancies (ever notice how porno heavy certain ads are down there?) renders me sick with a cold and unable to indulge in any of the freakiness. Not that I wanted to anyway. Yah man sweet irony.
Voodoo
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