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General Discussion => Beer and Queso => Topic started by: 94CougarGrad on July 12, 2012, 03:13:58 pm
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The annual summer trip has begun with a bang. We made fantastic time from Denton to Flagstaff yesterday, eating at a great place- the Lumberyard- and Younger Son finding his first geocache outside Texas.
Now we are stopped in a massive parking lot on rte. 93 a few miles from Hoover Dam because apparently someone on the dam is threatening to leap from it. DOT from Arizona and Nevada is involved, and we must have made it out of Kingman just before DOT closed 93 back there.
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Now we are stopped in a massive parking lot on rte. 93 a few miles from Hoover Dam because apparently someone on the dam is threatening to leap from it. DOT from Arizona and Nevada is involved, and we must have made it out of Kingman just before DOT closed 93 back there.
Get a sniper. Shoot him off the wall. Re-open the road.
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"I didn't kill my wife."
"I don't care!"
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I seem to remember a movie where there was someone on the edge of a skyscraper threatening to jump, and someone came along and screamed jump, you chickenshit and get this over with so that we can get back to business, or something like that, but I don't remember what happened. There's always a part of me, now subdued, that always wanted to scream that in a similar situation.
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I seem to remember a movie where there was someone on the edge of a skyscraper threatening to jump, and someone came along and screamed jump, you chickenshit and get this over with so that we can get back to business, or something like that, but I don't remember what happened. There's always a part of me, now subdued, that always wanted to scream that in a similar situation.
Lethal Weapon (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BOP6uMTYaM8)? or The Other Guys (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P_k21R6N4pU)?
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Get a sniper. Shoot him off the wall. Re-open the road.
About 4 minutes after my post, the road re-opened in both directions. We waited about 40 minutes in line, and because of the questionable signal, took 20 or so to find the tweets of the local CBS traffic guy.
We're now in our condo readying for the evening. Curious to see what the news has to say about the jumper.
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... Curious to see what the news has to say about the jumper.
The damn Hoover Dam would be a pretty cool place to leap from, if one were so inclined. Not as cool as the damn Grand Canyon or the damn Golden Gate Bridge, so I'm guessing the guy was from Vegas and not Flagstaff or San Francisco.
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We missed the news altogether. Too busy having fun.
I took the boys to PH for a walk and a geocache find while the Mr. and our friend who's here with us lost money at the Cosmopolitan's craps tables. Then had tea and steamed dumplings at China Poblano while we waited for the buffet to open. Dinner, then a break in the condo, then the kids had movie time while the grown-ups played craps at Paris. The Mr. won back the money he'd previously lost and then some. My Cubs fan friend, jealous that she can't be in Vegas with me, demanded that I take a photo of myself drinking a Buttery Nipple (thank God she didn't want me to get a Flaing asshole) and send it to her, so I complied.
Today we went to the pool at the Cosmo early- in the off-and-on drizzle- then brunched and parted ways. The guys casinoed at the Cosmo again, while the boys and I trammed to Excalibur for video games. They cleaned up on tickets, and I scored over 400,000 on Galaga with one quarter; I have been informed that this grants me serious street cred.
Tonight it's dinner at Battista's Hole in the Wall, and then... who knows?
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My Cubs fan friend, jealous that she can't be in Vegas with me, demanded that I take a photo of myself drinking a Buttery Nipple (thank God she didn't want me to get a Flaing asshole) and send it to her, so I complied.
What, pray tell, is a "Buttery Nipple," other than being an adult alcoholic beverage?
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speaking of niples i was in the mall in dallas and the mannequins had no shame .it was nipple gate...jealous of the real road trip..a turn around to dallas just does not do it
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What, pray tell, is a "Buttery Nipple," other than being an adult alcoholic beverage?
Butterscotch snapps and Irish cream.
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We missed the news altogether. Too busy having fun.
I took the boys to PH for a walk and a geocache find while the Mr. and our friend who's here with us lost money at the Cosmopolitan's craps tables. Then had tea and steamed dumplings at China Poblano while we waited for the buffet to open. Dinner, then a break in the condo, then the kids had movie time while the grown-ups played craps at Paris. The Mr. won back the money he'd previously lost and then some. My Cubs fan friend, jealous that she can't be in Vegas with me, demanded that I take a photo of myself drinking a Buttery Nipple (thank God she didn't want me to get a Flaing asshole) and send it to her, so I complied.
Today we went to the pool at the Cosmo early- in the off-and-on drizzle- then brunched and parted ways. The guys casinoed at the Cosmo again, while the boys and I trammed to Excalibur for video games. They cleaned up on tickets, and I scored over 400,000 on Galaga with one quarter; I have been informed that this grants me serious street cred.
Tonight it's dinner at Battista's Hole in the Wall, and then... who knows?
I discovered this right after I got home from my last trip from Vegas...
http://www.hofbrauhauslasvegas.com/
I want to go to there.
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Butterscotch snapps and Irish cream.
Ugh. Don't know if I would have gone for that when I was still drinking, although I was quite fond of "hog's back crawlers," which were shots of 151 rum mixed with ouzo, so maybe so.
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Ugh. Don't know if I would have gone for that when I was still drinking, although I was quite fond of "hog's back crawlers," which were shots of 151 rum mixed with ouzo, so maybe so.
Jesus, that's rust remover, not a drink.
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We're back, just couldn't update further during the trip. After Battista's, we went back to the condo and the injured tendon in my knee refused to allow me to walk or stand any further, so I took a big prescription dose of Aleve and conked out.
The Buttery Nipple wasn't bad. Not something I'd normally order, but pretty good. Normally I drink a beer, a mojito, or a margarita because those are the only drinks I seem to have a taste for anymore
The following day, we went to Hash House A Go Go for breakfast, and Older Boy finished a Fried Chicken Benedict for the 2nd time in his life. The waitress was so impressed that she signed a menu for him.
We swung back by the condo to pick up the friend who'd come out there with us, and while he rolled dice at Golden Nugget, we went to the Mob Museum. It opened just a few months ago in the old federal courthouse by the downtown Vegas casinos. That place is way cool. History of how Las Vegas came to be; history of the Mob; history of the Mob in Vegas. There's even some mention of Sam Maceo and his family down in Galveston and their connections with the Mob. After our tour, we chatted with an author who had a book signing there- Andrew DiDonato, former associate of the Gambinos-turned-government witness-turned-author. That dude has done some bad, bad stuff in his life. He was really interesting to talk to, and was excited to see the boys so interested in the museum. He pointed at Older Son and told him, "You don't do what I did. You graduate high school, go to college, and make somethin' of ya'self." Older Son didn't blink a bit, just politely responded, "Yes, sir, that's what I want to do." I highly recommend the visit there if you go to Sin City, whether there are any reformed mobsters present or not.
Afterwards, we picked up our pal and headed back to the condo for a few. Dinner was at Thomas Keller's Bouchon in the Venetian, where they had specials for Bastille Day, including the bestest bleu cheese I've ever eaten. The hubby ordered a pink martini with a raspberry floating in it for me- again, not something I'd normally order- but it was pretty good (like alcoholic raspberry lemonade), so I humored him. I didn't have any duck fat French fries this time, but the boys did, and they were once again in lurve. That place is well worth the money spent to go even once. Afterwards, we strolled through the hotel and casino, and I picked up girly souvenirs for my two girly friends back home who'd requested them.
Still fairly worn out from the 4-hour museum tour, we went back to the condo and crashed for the evening.
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"In lurve" is so underused. I'm glad you had a great time.
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Ah, Sunday, the final day. We went to breakfast at the Wicked Spoon buffet in the Cosmopolitan (yes, again, but hell, it's next door and it's really damned good) without our friend, who'd stayed up late reclaiming his pants from the dice table. Afterwards, we lounged at the Cosmo pool again; no rain this time, just a bit overcast, so it was fairly cool and not sunny enough to burn. We returned to the condo after a while so I could do laundry and begin packing us up.
Dinner was at Cabo Wabo at Paris, followed by a trip up the mini Eiffel Tower, which went a long way towards addressing Younger Son's apparent fear of heights. The view of Vegas and the whole valley up there is spectacular; supposedly, looking down at the south end of the strip, we were seeing California. The tickets are a little cheaper if you buy before 7pm, which we did, and you can stay up there as long as you like. Make sure you're up there long enough to see a bird's-eye view of the water show at the Bellagio; we did, and it was a sight. The security guard's name tag read "Wyatt Earp," prompting the boys to ask if that were really his name, to which he answered that his first and middle names were Wyatt and Earp. A retired sheriff's deputy from the LA area, he likes his quiet life in Vegas much better. The boys introduced themselves and Mr. Wyatt Earp pronounced their names "good and proper Cowboy names," which pleased them.
After riding the elevator back down, we stopped at the Sugar Factory there in Paris. Ever heard of Serendipity, the famous dessert bistro in NYC which serves Frozen Hot Chocolate and actually has a location right in front of Caesar's Palace in Vegas? The boys'd been there, so they requested a trip to the new place. I developed diabetes immediately upon setting foot in the place, but oh, was it fantastical. We bought milkshakes from the cute girls behind the ice cream counter (you dirty old dogs would've been pleased with the views), and the boys split a Dark Snickers Twinkie. What's that, you ask? The evil geniuses at Sugar Factory took a Twinkie, enveloped it in a thick casing of dark chocolate, then sprinkled crushed Snickers bars over it. As I said... immediate diabetes. And I just *looked* at the thing. Also present were skewers of four oversized marshmallows, also enrobed in thick casings of chocolate, then sprinkled with those edible translucent pastel pearly dessert sprinkle thingies. You can actually order food and eat in the Sugar Factory restaurant, but who the heck would want to do that when you can buy an oversized red velvet cupcake from the brunette cupcake in the dessert shop?
We regretfully departed the next morning for our real lives here in Texas... and encountered no dam(n) jumpers on the way home.