To me, the three most terrifying words in the English language are “Where’s the party?” I’m a homebody. I like it at Tinfiny Ranch amongst the trees, rocks and dirt. It’s a safe place. I’ve got my junk cars and junk motorcycles. I’ve got my tractor and shed full of tools. No one can see what I’m doing and I can’t see anyone else. It’s pretty much heaven.
Unfortunately the world has a way of forcing itself on you and my cool nephew Anthony is getting married. I can’t miss that scene, man. I like the kid. That means leaving the serenity of Tinfiny and taking trip to the neon gates of hell: Lost Wages, Nevada.
Chief amongst my pet peeves of this modern world is air travel. I used to enjoy flying but now it’s a trial to be endured. Every time I get on a passenger airplane it seems they have managed to make the restroom smaller. I had to use the toilet on the flight to Vegas and my head was bumping into the curvature of the fuselage while my butt was resting against the bi-fold doors. I’m not a large person yet I still had to remove my billfold, watch, and think of baseball to turn around in the confined area.
Mooing and kicking at the fences, we disembarked into the Las Vegas airport where we attempted to rent a mini van because our wilding days are over. Dollar was out of minivans so we ended up with a Ford Flex. The Flex is like a mini van with a snout. It’s easier to find the squared off profile in a parking lot. So that’s a plus.
It’s always the turbo-charged 1970’s in Las Vegas. The clothes, the hair, the Hugh Heffner value system. There’s a dusty, aged-vibe sucking the life force from fresh-faced youth that is creepy if you pay attention to it. Everybody has to make a living but I’m uncomfortable with the place, you know?
Our hotel is also a huge casino and between visits to CT’s rowdy family I’ve been busy working the electronic slot machines. In only two days I’ve made $4.05 doing nothing more than repeatedly pushing buttons. It’s like taking candy from a really stingy baby. I never bet large amounts. Every expenditure breaks down into bags of concrete. Do I take another spin on the machine or should that 50 cents be used to buy 10 pounds of mud? Maybe I’ll take just one more try.
I finished the weekend up $15!
I’m with you Joe.
When I was in my early 20’s I worked for a guy that would once a year flip the bill for flight and hotel to Vegas. Every thing else was on us.
I went once. Took a small baggie and 250 bucks and had the time of my life pulling on the one armed bandit and sucking up the free drinks. Came home with 50 bucks and good memories.
Thirty years later,,, you couldn’t pay me to fly into Vegas.
Not even to see Aerosmith.
If the choice is between a party or a nap…
I’m napping!
Being in business for myself, I bet my house every day ,so betting a grand or so on a turn of the card has little thrill for me… Las Vegas…meh….I get glitzed out in 2 or 3 days and have escape to the desert to clear my head. That being said…you can have good time there, go to a show, gamble a little and light a cigar and watch people on the strip while sipping a rum drink with and umbrella in it. I live in Florida, so Vegas is not a vacation to me, I would rather go outside and sit by my own pool.
I hate Vegas, but like you, have endured it for work and family. And I abide by the ‘safe at home’ ethos. Good stuff, hope the wedding was fun.