Wednesday, April 16
Mrs. Wookie + 48 Hours + Vegas
Nay to flying Southwest Airlines and their inability to hit an on-time departure (and subsequent arrival time).
Yay to befriending two delectable looking Australians in Southwest's neck of LAX. (Shocker) I was ordering a margarita when the bartender asked me if I wanted a menu for dinner. "No thanks, I'm drinking my dinner."
"'eah Mate, did you just say 'I'm drinking my dinner?'"
"F*** yeah, Mate! Cheers!" (Australian then walks over to talk...and I leeeeeet him!)
Nay to getting into Vegas around Midnight and not getting dinner.
Yay to the delivery service of Starbucks by the one and only Sheriff! And super YAY to the extreme comfort that a real bed gives the soul. Damn, air bed living sucks. But hey, it could be worse...
Yay to Mama Ging and Sheriff capturing the hearts of Little Nephew with their photo op with the Minions.
Nay to the wear and tear of a single pair of shoes for 3 days (Friday at work, Saturday walking around Vegas, and Sunday walking around Vegas).
Yay to the new shoes purchased at DSW. I mean, Mr. Wookie...no new shoes were purchased. None.
Yay to the great times had with the parents during the rare trips. There was ample cocktails, ample people watching, just a scoot of gambling, and only one tranny encounter.
Oh and yay to catching some AMAZING stand-up by the one, the only...Tim Allen. He was truly entertaining and much different from his television personality of clean-cut comedy. I don't know who f-bombs more: Tim Allen or a sailor. He had me cackling while I sat between my parents and flailed with excess when his stories had my sides in stitches. Seriously. He's worth the pricetag. Plus, it comes with bragging rights with Mr. Wookie.