Getting there is half the fun
General June 22nd, 2004
The beginning of my vacation all blurs together in my mind. There was a pre-vacation energy running through my veins, and wrapping up work, the house, and packing all seemed to happen in a blink. We left Thursday night and went to Chicago, crashed at Tedd’s, and somehow survived through Friday until 2pm when the limo came to pick us up. Nothing like feeling like a high roller going to Vegas than being picked up in a limo. Or drinking a bottle of champagne in a limo. While calling all the people you know gloating you’re on vacation and they’re working. Or drinking the second bottle of champagne (that one was mostly me, and it was mostly warm.)
So, cue O’Hare, mostly drunk. It’s going to be a good vacation. We flew American down to Dallas, and I gotta say, I’m mostly impressed with American Airlines. Their commercials about improved leg room is right on – the seats were comfty. What irked me, in my sobering stage, was that I was starting to get the munchies, and I could see the suckers in first class eating and I could smell their dinner. The steward only gave me a small bag of pretzels and a 6 oz glass of ginger ale. Not even the full can they were pouring. That pissed me off.
In DFW, we stopped off at a bar to keep the buzz flowing and got large steins of Shinerbock. Mmmmm shiner. About halfway into his, Stuck started getting giggly, so I knew I wasn’t the only one enjoying myself. The flight out of Dallas brought us around a big thunderstorm. Tedd was sitting by the window, and snapped some photos (see the picture gallery,) of the storm from the plane.
Around 9:30/10pm PDT we landed in Burbank, CA and met with Vanessa and her Mom and Stepdad. (Ness had already been out there a week before we arrived.) They drove us back to their house in Ventura, giving us the audio tour of the area and geography on the way. We had snacks and beers when we got home, and basically just crashed. A day of travel does that to you. Early that next morning, we had breakfast and got on the road to the six hour desert drive to Las Vegas.
How’s that for a teaser?
About
Dave, you’ve always been a tease…get to it already.
The plan right now is one part of the story a day, for the next five or so days. Can you wait until tomorrow?
no. duh.
You know you could have asked for the full can. They’re happy to give it to you if you ask….
What else are they happy to give to me if I ask? We tried to get wings for Kermit, and they said no.
mmmm wings.
All I had to do was ask? Damn.
Wait a minute, I didn’t know kermit made the trip! Son-of-a-bitch, he could have went golfing with us!
ummm…. http://marcolson.net/gallery/Vegas2004-ames/122_2209_IMG
one a day, huh? it’s been “tomorrow” for almost 23 hours and it’s been over 24 hours since your last story.
/me taps his fingers impatiently
also, BRINGMESOMEGODDAMNPANCAKES!!!!
(I’ve been thinking and saying that all day.)
“one part of the story a day”, my ass.
It’s being drafted right now, and will get posted sometime tomorrow. Come on, guys, you know I can almost never stick to a deadline.
oh yeah? OH YEAH??? alright
what he meant was one a month…
Hmmm, noon and nothing. One Hit Wonder, anyone?
OH THE PRESSURE
Come on, I want to hear more about Vegas fun. I can’t get out enough these days (and won’t get back to Vegas again for a while)!