brighter side
Jul. 14th, 2008 06:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
unbibiumI saw Penn & Teller last night. And I'm trying to forget how the last thing that happened last night was running into an indifferent ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
allie83, her friend who no longer likes me, her other friend whom I've rudely forgotten, and the studly gregarious photographer who always seemed to be around to demonstrate how the women I like might be treating me if I were attractive. Because if that hadn't happened, or if I'd been able to shrug it off, I'd have gone to bed early and happy. So I'm going to make a big long post about how awesome the show was, remembering as many details as possible, untainted by this baggage.
I'll add the minor detail that I had a minor win, apart from the blackjack, which wasn't that much. No, I won time, which is much more valuable than money, especially if it can be used to sleep in a little bit, after a night of tossing and turning and angsting. My brain needs strength.
See, I bought a round-trip shuttle ticket in advance for $10, thinking that was the best way to get to and from the hotel. But though my flight was scheduled for 10:30, they wanted to pick me up at 7:00, and pick up a bunch of people at other hotels. But, later that day, I was riding the Deuce, and the bus driver seemed to have an encyclopedic knowledge of the bus system around the strip. It seems that the Riviera is just far enough off the strip, that it comes up to Paradise Road, which has a bus that goes directly to the airport. And the bus pass I had bought was good for 24 hours, which included this morning. So I could get to the airport faster, and for free, and at the time of my choosing. To make a long story short, I rolled out of bed at 7:20, left my hotel room at 8:00, and was through the security checkpoint by 9:00.
And while every employee of every hotel seemed to know everything about landmarks up to that point, nobody could tell me anything about city buses. I had to use my Blackberry to do a little on-the-fly research, since the complimentary Internet access stopped being complimentary halfway through my trip somehow. A clerk at the AM/PM behind the hotel confirmed my findings, which was a good thing because the bus stops in Vegas aren't well-marked.
allie83, her friend who no longer likes me, her other friend whom I've rudely forgotten, and the studly gregarious photographer who always seemed to be around to demonstrate how the women I like might be treating me if I were attractive. Because if that hadn't happened, or if I'd been able to shrug it off, I'd have gone to bed early and happy. So I'm going to make a big long post about how awesome the show was, remembering as many details as possible, untainted by this baggage.I'll add the minor detail that I had a minor win, apart from the blackjack, which wasn't that much. No, I won time, which is much more valuable than money, especially if it can be used to sleep in a little bit, after a night of tossing and turning and angsting. My brain needs strength.
See, I bought a round-trip shuttle ticket in advance for $10, thinking that was the best way to get to and from the hotel. But though my flight was scheduled for 10:30, they wanted to pick me up at 7:00, and pick up a bunch of people at other hotels. But, later that day, I was riding the Deuce, and the bus driver seemed to have an encyclopedic knowledge of the bus system around the strip. It seems that the Riviera is just far enough off the strip, that it comes up to Paradise Road, which has a bus that goes directly to the airport. And the bus pass I had bought was good for 24 hours, which included this morning. So I could get to the airport faster, and for free, and at the time of my choosing. To make a long story short, I rolled out of bed at 7:20, left my hotel room at 8:00, and was through the security checkpoint by 9:00.
And while every employee of every hotel seemed to know everything about landmarks up to that point, nobody could tell me anything about city buses. I had to use my Blackberry to do a little on-the-fly research, since the complimentary Internet access stopped being complimentary halfway through my trip somehow. A clerk at the AM/PM behind the hotel confirmed my findings, which was a good thing because the bus stops in Vegas aren't well-marked.
