Vegas, part I
Since the temperature outside is once again bordering on Arctic, it has made me all the more willing to look back on my desert vacation. That’s how I think about Vegas now, and the desert is looking good. Today down in Sin City, it is a balmy 58 degrees (ok, that just seems balmy compared to the 8 degrees it is here now). Added to that, my patience with Pullman is growing thinner by the minute.
So my vacation.
First fun stop was in the airport, where I kept setting off the metal detector. Body cavity searches aren't nearly as romantic as movies make them seem, just to let everyone know. And I had to remove my shoes, because, as the Einstein behind me pointed out, I could possibly hide bombs in them. Off they came, I passed through my final check (and the airline discovered I'm not a terrorist), and headed to the gate. So since I’m a tad bit anal about time, I had some time to kill in the airport. As I sat there reading my book, some girl laid down on the seats in front of me in the terminal. I didn’t notice her until the couple next to me started snickering. The sleepy girl was wearing VERY low-rise pants, and she was completely thonged out. Great fun. Very appropriate, especially considering the position she was lying in.
And that couple.
He looked about 60. She looked somewhere in her late twenties. I assumed they were a cute father/daughter out for a fun Thanksgiving trip. Until his tongue was down her throat. And I saw the HUGE rock on her finger. Ew. But good for him. Trophy wives are fun for everyone.
Ok, so I arrived in Vegas and to save money, I caught the airport shuttle instead of a taxi. As about eight of us crammed our way into the shuttle, some guy’s cell phone rang and he proceeded to talk LOUDLY for us all to hear. Here was his portion of the call:
“Yeah, tickets are bought.”
“Sure, I’ll go check in to the BELLAGIO and meet up with you.”
“No, I just need to drop off my bags at the BELLAGIO.”
“Yes, I’m on my way to the BELLAGIO right now.”
“Oh, it was expensive to stay in the BELLAGIO, but I’m on vacation.”
Ok, dude, we got it. You are staying at the Bellagio. And it’s a pricey hotel. Good for you Richie Rich. Funny that you are riding the $5 shuttle with the rest of us, though.
Alright, that’s enough for now. As Heidi Fleiss always says, you gotta leave ‘em wanting more. Rest of Vegas to follow when I’m not bored with typing. And sorry about the capitals. It just didn't feel like an italics sort of day.
So my vacation.
First fun stop was in the airport, where I kept setting off the metal detector. Body cavity searches aren't nearly as romantic as movies make them seem, just to let everyone know. And I had to remove my shoes, because, as the Einstein behind me pointed out, I could possibly hide bombs in them. Off they came, I passed through my final check (and the airline discovered I'm not a terrorist), and headed to the gate. So since I’m a tad bit anal about time, I had some time to kill in the airport. As I sat there reading my book, some girl laid down on the seats in front of me in the terminal. I didn’t notice her until the couple next to me started snickering. The sleepy girl was wearing VERY low-rise pants, and she was completely thonged out. Great fun. Very appropriate, especially considering the position she was lying in.
And that couple.
He looked about 60. She looked somewhere in her late twenties. I assumed they were a cute father/daughter out for a fun Thanksgiving trip. Until his tongue was down her throat. And I saw the HUGE rock on her finger. Ew. But good for him. Trophy wives are fun for everyone.
Ok, so I arrived in Vegas and to save money, I caught the airport shuttle instead of a taxi. As about eight of us crammed our way into the shuttle, some guy’s cell phone rang and he proceeded to talk LOUDLY for us all to hear. Here was his portion of the call:
“Yeah, tickets are bought.”
“Sure, I’ll go check in to the BELLAGIO and meet up with you.”
“No, I just need to drop off my bags at the BELLAGIO.”
“Yes, I’m on my way to the BELLAGIO right now.”
“Oh, it was expensive to stay in the BELLAGIO, but I’m on vacation.”
Ok, dude, we got it. You are staying at the Bellagio. And it’s a pricey hotel. Good for you Richie Rich. Funny that you are riding the $5 shuttle with the rest of us, though.
Alright, that’s enough for now. As Heidi Fleiss always says, you gotta leave ‘em wanting more. Rest of Vegas to follow when I’m not bored with typing. And sorry about the capitals. It just didn't feel like an italics sort of day.
posted by Ace | 5:15 PM
2 Comments:
You know that guy was the last person off the shuttle, and he actually stayed at Motel 6.
Maybe that girl wore her thong to make things easier for security. She's already being frisked by her underwear.
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