I'm baaaack.
This is long, so I'm cutting it for everyone's convinience.
But, I'm back and there are ramblings to be shared.
So, I went to Vegas, as most of you know, and it was one helluva time. It's taken me a few days to recover--despite the fact that there was no drinking, gambling, or illegal drugs involved. Soooo, I'll fill you all in.
We left late, because I take too long to get ready and made pancakes for breakfast.
It was all nice and cool and rainy when we left and stayed that way for the duration of the trip. We sang in the car--hamonizing to the Nekromantix (aww, aren't we adorable nerds??). Stopped off in Victoville/Hesperia at Baker's for food/makeup application/rest in general/freezing our fucking asses off. Dear God, I have never felt cold like this before, and I've been to a few places that were cold. I had my tenty-holes on, jeans, socks, two shirts, jacket, everything and that wind bit right through it all.
We stopped off to visit Mo, too--his sister, so she could loan me some dresses. She's so sweet, in her own Mo-way.
I drove the rest of the way to Baker--actually, to the stateline...no, it was Baker. The drive was incredible, I saw the salt flats, and gorgeous land, and the most beautiful dusk/sunset/moonrise I have ever seen in my life. I can't even describe it. It will be burned into my memory forever.
EErie drove from Baker on so I could get my fill of looking without possibly killing us both--he's so sweet, he did sooo much driving that weekend.
We finally made it close and my jaw dropped in Primm. What the fuck does one need a roller coaster for at their bloody hotel?! That's what I'd like to know.
I could see the becon from Vegas behind the mountains--my eyes have been permanently damaged from the excessive wattage.
We had a little trouble finding our hotel, but did, and my first indication that we weren't in California anymore was the fog of smoke that smacked into my face when we stepped into the hotel/casino. Holy. Terror. My lungs are forever simonized.
We deposited our stuff, rested, and then took off for the strip. It was so nice just walking around together looking at everything, taking it all in, seeing the odd rod that would buzz by, encountering other billys/greasers who would call out to us, and responding in kind. We went back after a couple of hours and passed out.
Let me tell you, our bed sucked. That first night sucked. There was this family in the room next door with a shitty kid that kept screaming at the top of his lungs, belligerently all fucking night long. People were yelling for him to shut up and the parents were doing jack shit to quiet him. We were both feeling murderous and that was enough to put me off kids for a while. I woke up feeling like an old woman--the accident that we had the night before we left, long car trip there, and the not-so-great bed all conspired to destroy my right hip. It was weird, that's never happened before. I limped around Vegas all that day.
We went to the Gold Coast, checked out the vendors, and the odd show that was playing during the afternoon. I bought the most kickass specs, which will be turned into my everydays as of the middle of this month.
We ate there, and EErie put tartar sauce on his burger--color blindness really does have its disadvantages.
We walked the strip again afterward and found a 24 hour FatBurger. Went back to der hotel, changed, and went back to the Gold Coast for the night shows.
Bill Haleys' Commets were there. Holy terror, you've never seen so many oldold guys rocking out and kicking ass at it. I shit you not, their drummer was 84, and put John Bonham to shame. And they were all bawdy with their humor and such. It kicked so much ass. These guys could have given any of the psycho bands we listen to a run for their money--we both agreed. It was bitchin.
We met up with Philvis and Paula and had dinner with them. Turns out, Paula went to school with both of my parents and graduated with my mom. We both flipped. (So did my parents when they found out).
Passed out that night.
Saturday was the car show and we took scads of pics (which will be included at a later time). Ate at IN n' Out. Napped. Changed. Went to Sin City Stomp. I started to feel gross, so we went to FatBurger; we put Elvis on the internet juke box, and ate, while these Vegas kids we didn't know came and sat at our table and chatted with us. It was cool. We left and both got sick at the exact same moment. Watched TV, laughed, acted like dorks.
We packed up pretty easy and left, tired as hell the next morning. EErie drove all the way back. We stopped off in Victorville/Hesperia again for lunch and to meet up with Erin--EErie's best friend growing up, who is getting married this year. Got to meet him and his fiance. Hung out for a bit, then left.
Drove back to Indio (with pretty easy traffic) for Phil's b'day (EErie's little brother). Left Indio, went to my house, unloaded there, and stayed for Easter dessert. Then, we left again to go bowling with EErie's family. Drove him home and then finally went back home myself.
Oy.
I didn't go to my first class the next day and had to work right after.
It was a kickass trip, and some wonderful time spent with my honey. I won't forget it and am looking forward to the Hootenanny. Ha ha.
But, I'm back and there are ramblings to be shared.
So, I went to Vegas, as most of you know, and it was one helluva time. It's taken me a few days to recover--despite the fact that there was no drinking, gambling, or illegal drugs involved. Soooo, I'll fill you all in.
We left late, because I take too long to get ready and made pancakes for breakfast.
It was all nice and cool and rainy when we left and stayed that way for the duration of the trip. We sang in the car--hamonizing to the Nekromantix (aww, aren't we adorable nerds??). Stopped off in Victoville/Hesperia at Baker's for food/makeup application/rest in general/freezing our fucking asses off. Dear God, I have never felt cold like this before, and I've been to a few places that were cold. I had my tenty-holes on, jeans, socks, two shirts, jacket, everything and that wind bit right through it all.
We stopped off to visit Mo, too--his sister, so she could loan me some dresses. She's so sweet, in her own Mo-way.
I drove the rest of the way to Baker--actually, to the stateline...no, it was Baker. The drive was incredible, I saw the salt flats, and gorgeous land, and the most beautiful dusk/sunset/moonrise I have ever seen in my life. I can't even describe it. It will be burned into my memory forever.
EErie drove from Baker on so I could get my fill of looking without possibly killing us both--he's so sweet, he did sooo much driving that weekend.
We finally made it close and my jaw dropped in Primm. What the fuck does one need a roller coaster for at their bloody hotel?! That's what I'd like to know.
I could see the becon from Vegas behind the mountains--my eyes have been permanently damaged from the excessive wattage.
We had a little trouble finding our hotel, but did, and my first indication that we weren't in California anymore was the fog of smoke that smacked into my face when we stepped into the hotel/casino. Holy. Terror. My lungs are forever simonized.
We deposited our stuff, rested, and then took off for the strip. It was so nice just walking around together looking at everything, taking it all in, seeing the odd rod that would buzz by, encountering other billys/greasers who would call out to us, and responding in kind. We went back after a couple of hours and passed out.
Let me tell you, our bed sucked. That first night sucked. There was this family in the room next door with a shitty kid that kept screaming at the top of his lungs, belligerently all fucking night long. People were yelling for him to shut up and the parents were doing jack shit to quiet him. We were both feeling murderous and that was enough to put me off kids for a while. I woke up feeling like an old woman--the accident that we had the night before we left, long car trip there, and the not-so-great bed all conspired to destroy my right hip. It was weird, that's never happened before. I limped around Vegas all that day.
We went to the Gold Coast, checked out the vendors, and the odd show that was playing during the afternoon. I bought the most kickass specs, which will be turned into my everydays as of the middle of this month.
We ate there, and EErie put tartar sauce on his burger--color blindness really does have its disadvantages.
We walked the strip again afterward and found a 24 hour FatBurger. Went back to der hotel, changed, and went back to the Gold Coast for the night shows.
Bill Haleys' Commets were there. Holy terror, you've never seen so many oldold guys rocking out and kicking ass at it. I shit you not, their drummer was 84, and put John Bonham to shame. And they were all bawdy with their humor and such. It kicked so much ass. These guys could have given any of the psycho bands we listen to a run for their money--we both agreed. It was bitchin.
We met up with Philvis and Paula and had dinner with them. Turns out, Paula went to school with both of my parents and graduated with my mom. We both flipped. (So did my parents when they found out).
Passed out that night.
Saturday was the car show and we took scads of pics (which will be included at a later time). Ate at IN n' Out. Napped. Changed. Went to Sin City Stomp. I started to feel gross, so we went to FatBurger; we put Elvis on the internet juke box, and ate, while these Vegas kids we didn't know came and sat at our table and chatted with us. It was cool. We left and both got sick at the exact same moment. Watched TV, laughed, acted like dorks.
We packed up pretty easy and left, tired as hell the next morning. EErie drove all the way back. We stopped off in Victorville/Hesperia again for lunch and to meet up with Erin--EErie's best friend growing up, who is getting married this year. Got to meet him and his fiance. Hung out for a bit, then left.
Drove back to Indio (with pretty easy traffic) for Phil's b'day (EErie's little brother). Left Indio, went to my house, unloaded there, and stayed for Easter dessert. Then, we left again to go bowling with EErie's family. Drove him home and then finally went back home myself.
Oy.
I didn't go to my first class the next day and had to work right after.
It was a kickass trip, and some wonderful time spent with my honey. I won't forget it and am looking forward to the Hootenanny. Ha ha.