Adventures in Sin City
Well, it's been a few months.
I have to say that I've been enjoying married life and am happy with the family that has been put together by us.
We've been to Las Vegas twice in three months now and it's been fun..however very frustrating.
This trip was filled with fun and amazing sights, namely all the Trekkies in town for the biggest Star Trek convention of the year coupled with the fact that the Star Trek experience at the Las Vegas Hilton is closing on Sept. 1st. So yeah, we took pictures with fans dressed as Judge Q, Odo, and Deanna Troi (bonus points for knowing what the fuck I'm talking about).
Vegas has become a lot of fun for Melissa and I. I always look forward to going and can't wait to go back.
Here's where I complain about something and if you feel otherwise, I don't need the information about studies showing that I'm wrong. These observations are based on all the people I know and how their actions have effected me:
Why do people need to smoke pot in Las Vegas/public? I mean..when I step off the elevator to head to my room and all I smell is skunk weed 'cause some jackass put his joint out in the ashtray but didn't know how to stub it out. Then the smell permeates throughout the hallway all the way to the door to my room. I don't smoke weed because I don't want to. I don't discriminate against people that do smoke weed but when their habit starts to effect my good time..it does grate.
We were on our way home and stopped in Baker to stretch..and what do we see? Two 20 something asian boys smoking a joint while crouched down in front of their car...that they are driving with wife/girlfriend and kids (read: toddlers) in the car. Don't tell me that the weed helps you drive. Most people I know have a tough time finding their hands when they smoke let alone operate a car on a two lane highway where everyone is doing over 80 and there's debris all over the road. Is taking away from your reaction time such a good idea?
Look, do what you want..in the privacy of your own home. Don't smoke out and then jump in the car to drive long distance. Sure, I'm an asshole for saying it. I claim to be liberal, fuck, Hunter S. Thompson is one of my literary heroes But when it comes to weed, just do me a favor and leave me out of it.
Honestly, the hardest part for me is, I've lost friends because they found that staying at home to hit the bong was better than hanging out. I've had friends lie to me about weed. We've got one rule at our house. No weed. You can do whatever you want in your house, just do me a favor and keep it out of my house. I'm not trying to take away your liberty. If you don't want to hang with me because I don't smoke, tell me. Don't just disappear from my life.
The worst part is when people try and hide it from me because they think I'll get angry 'cause they smoke. I don't need you to use hand signals and slang because you think I'm not paying attention. Stand up, say "Hey! I'm gonna go smoke a bowl! Who wants some?" and don't expect me to come join you.
If you're in my house, don't bring it over, smoke, and then lie when confronted like I'm some jackass who isn't aware of what that reek is you've just managed to gain while being outside for 10 minutes. Your cigarette didn't go out 6 times while you were out there so why were you hunched over lighting your lighter? The saddest part is, you ruminated about it for 3 days and didn't admit it until I pressed you on it. I won't lie to you ever. It's not worth it. Even if I hurt your feelings by telling you the truth, you can't say I was a bullshitter.
I wasn't born yesterday. If you think this makes me pretentious, maybe you're right. It doesn't change the fact that I respect you but you don't respect me. Bottom line, if I show up at your house, I'm not going to frown on anything you do. If you start burning at your place, I'll step outside.
You can drink until you puke all over my house, you can smoke cigarettes on the balcony until people think I've got a new chimney. Just keep the drugs out of my house.
So yeah, just needed to get that out.
P.S. Cheers to the old man driving the car with the GANDLF license plate on the way to Vegas. I salute you, Old Nerd.
End Transmission
Cisco: Okay, I was driving around last night in my sixty-two thousand dollar car. And I was trying to think of a name for the drug, then it hit me.
Don Roritor: The name?
Cisco: No a bird, it hit my windshield. When that happened, I got depressed.
Natalie: Not you, Cisco!
Cisco: Yeah, even me. But as soon as I got depressed, I got undepressed. 'Cause as I was cleaning the gleaming guts of that bird off my car, I thought of a name for the drug - Gleemonex. The slogan - Gleemonex makes it feel like it seventy-two degrees in your head... all... the... time! - Kids in the Hall: Brain Candy
I have to say that I've been enjoying married life and am happy with the family that has been put together by us.
We've been to Las Vegas twice in three months now and it's been fun..however very frustrating.
This trip was filled with fun and amazing sights, namely all the Trekkies in town for the biggest Star Trek convention of the year coupled with the fact that the Star Trek experience at the Las Vegas Hilton is closing on Sept. 1st. So yeah, we took pictures with fans dressed as Judge Q, Odo, and Deanna Troi (bonus points for knowing what the fuck I'm talking about).
Vegas has become a lot of fun for Melissa and I. I always look forward to going and can't wait to go back.
Here's where I complain about something and if you feel otherwise, I don't need the information about studies showing that I'm wrong. These observations are based on all the people I know and how their actions have effected me:
Why do people need to smoke pot in Las Vegas/public? I mean..when I step off the elevator to head to my room and all I smell is skunk weed 'cause some jackass put his joint out in the ashtray but didn't know how to stub it out. Then the smell permeates throughout the hallway all the way to the door to my room. I don't smoke weed because I don't want to. I don't discriminate against people that do smoke weed but when their habit starts to effect my good time..it does grate.
We were on our way home and stopped in Baker to stretch..and what do we see? Two 20 something asian boys smoking a joint while crouched down in front of their car...that they are driving with wife/girlfriend and kids (read: toddlers) in the car. Don't tell me that the weed helps you drive. Most people I know have a tough time finding their hands when they smoke let alone operate a car on a two lane highway where everyone is doing over 80 and there's debris all over the road. Is taking away from your reaction time such a good idea?
Look, do what you want..in the privacy of your own home. Don't smoke out and then jump in the car to drive long distance. Sure, I'm an asshole for saying it. I claim to be liberal, fuck, Hunter S. Thompson is one of my literary heroes But when it comes to weed, just do me a favor and leave me out of it.
Honestly, the hardest part for me is, I've lost friends because they found that staying at home to hit the bong was better than hanging out. I've had friends lie to me about weed. We've got one rule at our house. No weed. You can do whatever you want in your house, just do me a favor and keep it out of my house. I'm not trying to take away your liberty. If you don't want to hang with me because I don't smoke, tell me. Don't just disappear from my life.
The worst part is when people try and hide it from me because they think I'll get angry 'cause they smoke. I don't need you to use hand signals and slang because you think I'm not paying attention. Stand up, say "Hey! I'm gonna go smoke a bowl! Who wants some?" and don't expect me to come join you.
If you're in my house, don't bring it over, smoke, and then lie when confronted like I'm some jackass who isn't aware of what that reek is you've just managed to gain while being outside for 10 minutes. Your cigarette didn't go out 6 times while you were out there so why were you hunched over lighting your lighter? The saddest part is, you ruminated about it for 3 days and didn't admit it until I pressed you on it. I won't lie to you ever. It's not worth it. Even if I hurt your feelings by telling you the truth, you can't say I was a bullshitter.
I wasn't born yesterday. If you think this makes me pretentious, maybe you're right. It doesn't change the fact that I respect you but you don't respect me. Bottom line, if I show up at your house, I'm not going to frown on anything you do. If you start burning at your place, I'll step outside.
You can drink until you puke all over my house, you can smoke cigarettes on the balcony until people think I've got a new chimney. Just keep the drugs out of my house.
So yeah, just needed to get that out.
P.S. Cheers to the old man driving the car with the GANDLF license plate on the way to Vegas. I salute you, Old Nerd.
End Transmission
Cisco: Okay, I was driving around last night in my sixty-two thousand dollar car. And I was trying to think of a name for the drug, then it hit me.
Don Roritor: The name?
Cisco: No a bird, it hit my windshield. When that happened, I got depressed.
Natalie: Not you, Cisco!
Cisco: Yeah, even me. But as soon as I got depressed, I got undepressed. 'Cause as I was cleaning the gleaming guts of that bird off my car, I thought of a name for the drug - Gleemonex. The slogan - Gleemonex makes it feel like it seventy-two degrees in your head... all... the... time! - Kids in the Hall: Brain Candy