Let us begin at the beginning. I picked hubby up after work in my 85 VW Cabriolet and we hit the road to Vegas. It’s about an 8 hour drive so we stopped in Gallup and grabbed some Arby’s for linner (sorta brunch later in the day) and just ate on the road. Second stop Flagstaff for gas and some more Diet Coke. Pay attention to this: If you live somewhere in Arizona, have a jap-crap gray minivan that you think is an suv and your vanity plate is “NUNYA†you should count your lucky stars that I was on my way to Vegas and not on my way home or I would have beat the ever loving crap out of your stupid ass!!! So here’s what happened—we’re driving along at 85 and “NUNYA†shoots past us. A little while later, just as we’re reaching Kingman, this waste of space slows down and moves to the right behind a big rig. We’re still doing our 85 and so we move to pass. We begin to pass this piece of crotch lint when he speeds up. We slow down. Amoeba brain slows down. We speed up. Dickless wonder speeds up. At this point, there is a line of people behind us flashing their lights like made because we’re in the way. We slow down. Mouth-breather slows done. Having enough of this kindergarten behavior, hubby speeds up-and speeds up some more-and now we’re doing 100 and are about a car length and a half away from the rig in the right lane. Well butt licker speeds up and pulls right in front of us—we had about, oh I’d say, an inch of space between us and then this putrified mound of rotting flesh slams on his brakes. Yes sir my Drooogies, I felt the violence rise in my throat while I was figuratively crapping myself. The guy behind us had to swerve into the median to avoid us because we had to swerve onto the shoulder to avoid pitri dish brain. Now, he shoots off at a ridiculous rate of speed while us, and the three cars behind us adjust ourselves and continue along the road. We get off in Kingman as do the three cars behind us. We stop at a gas station, as do the three cars behind us. Nice. We get out as do the people in the three cars behind us. We’re expecting a fight, but they all just wanted to make sure we were okay because they thought “NUNYA†had hit us. So we’re all getting our gas and I waltz inside to get my Diet Coke. As I’m coming out I hear a serious amount of yelling going on. Guess who has come across the street to yell at hubby? You guessed right-“NUNYA.†Too bad for him that the people in the cars following started reading him the riot act. I told hubby we needed to just go because I’m on my way to Mecca and have no time for this crap. After quick thanks to those who deserved it, we hopped back in our car and were soon in the greatest place ever. We stopped briefly to put the top down and then headed onto the strip. Our final destination? Westward Ho. Check in was a breeze and we were soon in our room dumping all of our crap. We both got up at about 5 am and it’s now about 2 am our time and we’re tired and hungry. I suggest a trip over to the Peppermill for some grub. We decide to split the Colossal and I must say, I was generally disgusted. Don’t get me wrong, I was so hungry I ate my half, but it was pretty nasty. The “roast beef†they used was really more like a Steak-Um that had been overcooked so that it was un-chewable. The potato salad was quite tasty though. After that we wandered over to Walgreens to pick up some Diet Coke and condoms then it was back to the Ho and into bed. We finally konked out about 6 am Vegas time, which means 5 am our time. 24 hours and no sleep—I’m officially in Unincorporated Clark County Baby!!!
Well, we get up at about 8 am and start stuffing rushing folders. You see the main reason (read excuse) for this trip was a rushing event for my fraternity at UNLV Boyd School of Law and as such there was work to be done. Friday was given over completely to frat stuff and we knew that going out. So we sat around in our room stuffing 300 folders with thousands of recruitment materials. Around 1 we hopped in the shower and prepared to go have quesadillas at the Monte Carlo Brew Pub before picking up DJ and her hubby who live in Phoenix at 3. We get there about 1:45 and have the slowest waitress I had ever had up to this point in my life. At 2:45 we get our food and wolf it down as quickly as possible. At 2:55 we leave a $20 on the table and head out the door. The tip ended up at about six cents which I wouldn’t have left had I not been in a hurry. Off to pick up our car from valet and race to McCarran—or not. We then proceed to have the slowest valet service of my entire life. At 3:15 DJ calls and says they’re just going to grab a cab and asks us to meet them at the San Remo (where they stayed). At 3:25 we finally get our car and arrive at the San Remo about 3:30. By the way, have I mentioned that it was like 106 the whole time we were there and my VW has no air conditioning? Well, we had it when we left, but it was gone by the time we got there. YEAH. So we proceed to wait with DJ and her hubby in the check in line. Yet again, another incredibly slow and painful process. At 4:30 they finally got checked in, but the room wasn’t ready. Sorry there DJ’s hubby, here’s the bags and we’re off to UNLV since we were supposed to be there at 5 and had no idea where on that campus the law school was. We get to the school with our 200 pounds of crap and set up our table. OOPS! Someone forgot to tell those of us who where coming from out of town that the rush event had been changed from 5 to 7:30. Oh well, we hung out and met up with JW and his wife who came in from LA. The rush event was a great success and we all had a good time even though they have the tables outside in the heat for no apparent reason. The best part was that as we were initially walking up to the school Jazz flew out of the doors and surprised me with her presence! We talked for a bit and then I had to get down to business, but it was wonderful to see her. After the event we went back to the San Remo to pick up DJ’s hubby and head off to Ruth Chris for dinner—her treat! We started off with drinks. A grey goose and cranberry for me, a cosmo for DJ, a heini for DJ’s hubby, and water for my hubby (he had to drive). Next came the cheesy garlic bread—ah, ecstasy has nothing on this stuff! Next came the lobster bisque. Superb! For the main course I had the petit filet, hubby had the filet, DJ had the NY Strip, and her hubby had the 40oz prime rib. Much dead cow was consumed. We had the au gratin potatoes and the garlic mashed as our sides and many carbs were consumed. The food was flawlessly prepared and damn tasty. During our meal we also had a few beverage refills and when dessert time came, I was good and drunk. The cheesecake was to die for, by the way. We dropped DJ and her hubby back at the San Remo and headed to the Ho. It was now 12:30 and I needed a shower. After a quick stop at Walgreens for more Diet Coke and condoms we got to our room. Sleep came somewhere around 3 tonight.
Saturday was hubby and my day to just hang out and enjoy each other’s company. We got up around 9 and sort of lolled about a bit. Around 11 we hopped in the car and headed to In-N-Out for breakfast. We threw down some seriously tasty grub and then headed back to the room to shower and decide what we were going to do with the rest of our day. Since the Stardust was right next door we decided to go check it out before it goes bye-bye next year. We walked over and stopped in Swenson’s to get butter pecan waffle cones. We no longer have a Swenson’s here and I adore their ice cream so I was a very happy girl. Then we just sort of wandered about. I must say that I was seriously impressed with their sports book. I’d definitely rank it as the one I like the most. Next, we moseyed over to the Frontier so I could see that before it goes bye-bye next year. We had fun there, but not as much as the lady who hit a royal flush on the dollar machine! Next, we strolled over to Fashion Show and window shopped like mad. We found a hoody for our younger son and bought it even though it was $40 and we only had about $200 for the day. This meant that we had to find something for older son too so that about wiped out half our budget for the day. We wandered over to TI and wanted to catch the tram to Bellagio, but wouldn’t you know it the damn thing was down, so we walked over to the B, but never made it there because it was now dark and we decided it was time to eat. We headed over to Mon Ami Gabi for dinner because hubby had never been there before. We split the lemon chicken and green beans. Can anyone say food-gasm? Now we’re down to $20 for the rest of the day so we start walking back to the Ho to cool off and rest our feet while trying to decide what to do next. As we’re passing Bally’s I remember the bet Dr. Al proposed quite some time ago so we quickly head to the Monorail station. For crying in the mud, what were those people thinking when they made those stations without climate controls? It was hotter than hell in that station and I had to wait for 4 trains before one finally came that wasn’t packed full. We hop on and there are 2 other people on the car. We start to move and I tell hubby to get the camera (okay it was his phone that’s why this pic is crappy) ready. I hop up on the seat and low and behold there was a full moon in Vegas! We got off at the Harratic/IP station and proceeded north to the Ho. And I must say, I was quite happy with myself for that little escapade! Here I must offer my most sincere appreciation to Mr. Steve Wynn. Sir, thank you so very, very much for putting astro-turf along the sidewalk. My feet sure did appreciate the soft surface to walk on and I wasn’t afraid of killing your grass. You, my friend, are and absolute genius!!! We stopped in 7-11 for a Diet Coke and headed back to our room arriving at 9 or so. Immediately upon arrival I stripped and stood in front of the AC for about 20 minutes to cool off. Hubby and I had quite a bit of fun and then decided to shower and head downtown. We hit valet at MSS and went inside for a look-see. I REALLY liked this place and am going to try and get a room there for MM3. All the wood and the nice glass makes this place feel very cozy and classy. Hopefully, their casino will be nice to me in March. We went to the Plaza and while there was no legendary smell discernable, I must say it sucked. I was playing some vp to kill some time and the damn machine kept getting stuck. The little guy would come over and slam into it and then it would work again, but it absolutely refused to give me a ticket so I could move to another machine. I blew through my $2 in nickels after that by never holding any cards, just so we could get the hell out of there. You know, I can live the rest of my life without going back there. If I do go back, I won’t play any machines, I can tell you that much. We headed to Fremont and straight to Mermaids. I couldn’t get a fried twinkie though because their stupid deep-fryer was broken. UGH! I wanted to ride the grain train, but hubby had to drive and it wasn’t fair of me so we just left and went over to Fitzgeralds. As a nod to Hoya I decided to finally sit my butt down at a Wheel of Fortune slot and give it a go. I put our $20 into the nickel machine and did the unthinkable-I played all 9 lines! I must say this game is hella fun. Hubby and I sat there for an hour and a half and I kept getting bonus spins. At first we weren’t winning much on them, but we soon realized that we had forgotten to clap and say “Big Money!†while the wheel spun. Once we started doing that we did much better! We made another $20 on that game, and I am now a WoF convert! After that thrill we picked up the car at MSS and headed back to the Ho. Stopping at Carl’s Jr. for a Diet Coke on the way. We got in about 2 and to sleep about 4.
Before we crashed out we decided to take our WoF winnings and have the breakfast buffet at Paris before leaving town. Well, the maid came knocking on our door at noon and asked if we were planning on checking out today so the Paris buffet obviously wasn’t happening this trip. We got our crap loaded into the car and headed out of town. Since we needed to eat we decided to stop at CoCo’s. Of course, we got the waitress that is a diabetic and had low blood sugar so she was slower than a molasses tap in winter. To make this experience even more “enjoyable†she kept forgetting to bring us parts of our order. She forgot hubby’s salad. She forgot to bring our drinks back after she took them for refills. She forgot hubby ordered mashed potatoes not carrots. She forgot to bring me ketchup. She forgot to bring me my toast. So much for our quick lunch. We finally got on the road at 3. Did I mention that it was like 106 and we had no AC? Our trip home started out uneventfully enough, but about 80 miles outside of Flagstaff we started smelling something funky. We looked back and there was a mysterious cloud of smoke following us. We pull over and find the alternator smoking. Apparently, the guys at the shop we took it to a couple of months ago over-tightened the belts and it made the bearings freeze. Hubby got us back on the road (don’t ask me how) after about an hour. We stopped at the RailRoad Café in Flag and I had a truly wonderful bowl of homemade chili for dinner. If you’re ever there, I highly suggest you stop in for a bite to eat. We finally got in about 1:30, got our crap unloaded and took a shower. Hit the hay around 3. That’s it folks. Not a real exciting report, but it was a truly wonderful trip because hubby and I got to spend some quality time together and we really needed that.
That's what it's all about. Along with a few trips to Walgreen's. Glad you didn't get killed getting there.
Sin!!! You make Albuquerque prowd! Seriously though, I know how frustrating and stupid drivers are especially on I-40! Typical... my sympathies! But I do not know if I can, (Or would reveal) what happens on the Monorail! I will try my best though to make all of New Mexico prowd!!! Great report and it is so good to see fun, carefree, attitudes!!! We must meet up some time! Maybe Sandia? T-3!!!
sin, Glad all worked out. I would have been calling the troopers on NUNYA. Losers like that should not be driving, they are a menace and need to be reported or if they pull over at a rest stop, beaten upon.... Nice report. Nice ass. I mean that in a nice way. I hope the school stuff was successful. Thanks for sharing, and let us know what doc al decides on as a suitable trophy. All in all, is the Westward Ho OK, if you just need a place to crash and shower? Fancy rooms ain't real high priority to me. Something simple will do. The locale is a bonus, lots to wander to right out the front door of the place. Cheap beer abounds in that area, at least it did in March. I know they have some decent rates for the MM3 weekend as well. It's on my short list if MM3 gets off the ground for me this year along with a few spots downtown. Too far out yet to commit and I need to coax someone that I need some Vegas. "She" says I need to give it a rest..... That will be the toughest part. Can you say "work related trip"??? Good read. RW
Doc-I can't wait to see what this one's gonna be! Jimbucc thanks man. I'm glad we lived through the drive too! NEON you tear it up brother! And we will have to meet up one of these days. Sandia sounds good to me even though I don't generally go to the Indian Casinos. For you, I'll make and exception. Ross the Ho is a great place to stay. It is by no means fancy, but it is clean and it's a perfect spot to lay your head down and to take a shower. The best part is that if you drive there is an entrance on Industrial. Makes it real nice for those of us who drive-we can completely avoid the Strip if we're just trying to get from point A to point B. If we can't get a good rate at MSS we'll be staying at the Ho again for MM3. And you can't beat those rates on the strip! Dave, I agree and you're welcome.
NEON!!!! MY GOD MAN, YOU'RE ALIVE!!!!! Sin, that's why God made sawed off 12 gauges that fit nicely under your seat - for drivers like NUNYA! Mighty fine TR! Glad you left a winner!
Nicely done, Sin. Love the pic! You don't happen to enjoy Diet Coke by any chance do you? .... FWIW, the TI tram only runs to the Mirage.
I'm just wondering what the Diet Coke needed all the condoms for?? Glad you had a nice trip, even if it was a quickie, so to speak, and school-related--any time you get with your husband alone, in Vegas, is good time!!!
I do happen to enjoy a Diet Coke every now and then and the condoms were so that the Coke wouldn't flow outside the bottle hence the need for more than one trip to buy them I meant Mirage
You are a friggin' riot!! A "NUNYA" name calling, condom buying, moon shooting freak. I can't wait to smack your ass at MM3. Did the other people on the monorail say anything or did they just stare in disbelief?? That was a great read sin!!
and BJ... don't forget the Coke "thing".... Sin, you are w/o a doubt, my kinda girl BJ, too funny, "Nunya, name calling, condem buying, moon shooting freak".... she did come up w/ some great home made adjectives huh? You gotta luv this lady
Well thank you gentlemen! The two other people on the monorail pretended like they didn't even notice my ass hanging out, but as you can see, it's pretty much day-glow white so I don't know how they could have missed it! Dean thank you, I'm glad you appreciated my creative use of the language
I think all AZ drivers are a bit nuts. I recently moved to AZ from CA and I have never been so scared, mad and irritated while driving in this state. Also, I have noticed that the mini van drivers are the absolute worst!!
