vegas: it truly is fabulous

Vegas was amazing. For somebody without a desire to gamble, I sure do have a fantastic time each and every time I go. I've been there four times now, all with Natalie. I hope she is cool with accompanying me each and every time I go for the rest of my life, because at this point, it would be strange to go without her.

We drank, lounged by the pool, went to the desert, slept, got pedicures, watched some lame comedy, watched some funny comedy, saw phantom, ate in-n-out multiple times, ate a lot of good steak, made fun of a lot of people, walked the strip with a boombox on several occasions, snacked on delicious queso, went to a mexican restaurant that did not serve queso or alcohol, took lots of pictures, broke a luggage rack, broke a camera, temporarily broke the boombox, got a sweet hotel suite hook-up courtesy of Natalie's dad, and didn't take as many showers as we should have. I'm sure I'm leaving a lot out, but that rounds out the majority of our trip.

Don't remember his name, but I think I look good, so I'm keeping it.

Is there any other possible thing this could mean? I think not.

I truly think the solution to peace in the Middle East is boomboxes for everyone.

After the funny comedy show

I have no clue why I thought a wooden luggage rack would support me.

Have I already mentioned how amazing Vegas was?

Now, three things that perplex me about Vegas, in particular order:

One: small children in vegas

Las Vegas is not Disneyland. It's not Chuck-E-Cheese. It's not even a playground at McDonalds. Why do people bring their small children to Las Vegas? I honestly can not understand how a parent can walk their tiny child through a smoke-filled casino and down the streets that are brimming with drunk people and prostitute calling cards. There are 1,000s of kid-friendly places for kids. Las Vegas is not one of them. I don't want to hear babies or feel bad about cursing when I am in Vegas. Leave your kids home!

One of the cleaner sections of sidewalk

Two: ed hardy & the people wear the hideous works-of-crap

Why does Ed Hardy clothing exist? That blinding junk looks a bedazzler threw up on a tattoo. It makes me want to throw up just looking at it. For some reason, it seems like every time I'm in Vegas there is some sort of Ed Hardy convention going on, because more people wear Ed Harding in Vegas than in any other place I've ever been.

I didn't take a picture of any of these losers, so you know what that means:

Three: m & m store

The store is four stories. I didn't understand the m&m store before going in, and still don't understand it after going in. $120 for an m&m pin tie? $12/lb to create you own assortment of colored m&ms? 30 different m&m christmas ornaments? I like me some peanut m&ms, but I don't need to buy a sterling silver m&m to wear around my neck to prove it. I just go buy a bag at the store for $.50. I guess that's just me.

A LOT of m&ms in one place

In Las Vegas, there is...

rfg is a pia

My motivation for purchasing rfg was two-fold:
1: I didn't want my co-worker thinking I was a heartless person who had no love for pets.
2. I was assured (by said co-worker) that beta fish are extremely low maintenance and low cost.

Timeline:

Thursday: purchased rfg ($).

Friday: rfg would not eat.

Saturday: introduced rfg into his new home. rfg would not eat.

Sunday: purchased colorful rocks ($) for rfg to make his new home more colorful and home-y. purchased water treatment ($). rfg would not eat.

Monday: rfg would not eat.

Tuesday: rft began exhibiting "fin rot", listlessness, and facial mold. rfg would not eat.

At this point my mom had already started referring to rfg as her grandfish, and I didn't want to be responsible for a grandfish's death. Also, I would have really felt awful if I had taken this healthy fish from the pet store and brought him home to die. This little fish was really starting to stress me out. We decided we needed to go back to the pet store and get some professional help.

We took two samples of water for them to test....and left the store with another bottle of water treatment ($), some beta medication ($), and some freeze-dried bloodworms ($).

My idea of cheap and easy pet ownership has now turned into a full-blown investment. All told, we have spent the equivalent of 8 beta-fish in the attempts of keeping 1 beta fish from dying, and we have made 3 trips to the pet store in 5 days. Additionally, we have both been stressing out about the health of rfg. Verdict: beta-fish ownership is neither cheap nor easy.

The good news is that as soon as we got home and put the new food in the bowl, rfg inhaled it; it was as if he hadn't eaten in 5 days... Poor little guy was famished. (He clearly takes after me with regards to his picky eating habits).

Truth be told, we are both stoked that he is eating and is swimming around with renewed energy. Who knew all it would take was some freeze-dried bloodworms to end his hunger strike?

Long live rfg!