Greetings! This weekend, your friends at States of Snark made a quick trip to Vegas to attend the National Finals Rodeo, courtesy of Lizzie, who is magic, and makes things happen (for instance, later on the trip, Erin was looking for a packet of sugar, and Lizzie pulled one out of her pocket. Spooky!) This adventure featured two very special guest stars, the aforementioned Erin, who you may remember from the Kansas trip, and my sister Danielle. After a harrowing ride on the Logan express (where we sat in the very back row next to the toilet, because we are BAD ASS) we set up camp here until our flight, number 777 of course, on which we drank a pile of booze. We picked up Maude money, our rental car which was another Nissan Versa, and then drove down the strip to our hotel, which, Erin and I found out two days later at our friend Bendta's birthday party, was featured on the television show Gigalos! This makes me feel extra glad that we eschewed the nasty-ass jacuzzi in our room, which always seemed to have a soggy film on the bottom, probably because the water from the shower next door backed up into it occasionally. Yum! Since Danielle and I shared a room, and are both cold-blooded (obviously) there was no sneakily turning up the heat when Lizzie wasn't looking (and conversely, Lizzie didn't have to sneakily turn it down when I wasn't looking). Disappointingly, though, neither room had a stripper pole. Just imagine the amusing injuries which could've occurred. Luckily, I don't need a stripper pole to get injured. More on that later.
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Occupy Logan--States of Snark Does Vegas. Sort of.
Greetings! This weekend, your friends at States of Snark made a quick trip to Vegas to attend the National Finals Rodeo, courtesy of Lizzie, who is magic, and makes things happen (for instance, later on the trip, Erin was looking for a packet of sugar, and Lizzie pulled one out of her pocket. Spooky!) This adventure featured two very special guest stars, the aforementioned Erin, who you may remember from the Kansas trip, and my sister Danielle. After a harrowing ride on the Logan express (where we sat in the very back row next to the toilet, because we are BAD ASS) we set up camp here until our flight, number 777 of course, on which we drank a pile of booze. We picked up Maude money, our rental car which was another Nissan Versa, and then drove down the strip to our hotel, which, Erin and I found out two days later at our friend Bendta's birthday party, was featured on the television show Gigalos! This makes me feel extra glad that we eschewed the nasty-ass jacuzzi in our room, which always seemed to have a soggy film on the bottom, probably because the water from the shower next door backed up into it occasionally. Yum! Since Danielle and I shared a room, and are both cold-blooded (obviously) there was no sneakily turning up the heat when Lizzie wasn't looking (and conversely, Lizzie didn't have to sneakily turn it down when I wasn't looking). Disappointingly, though, neither room had a stripper pole. Just imagine the amusing injuries which could've occurred. Luckily, I don't need a stripper pole to get injured. More on that later.
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