I don’t think my log will be that interesting, but I did meet a lot of interesting peopleone of which I met with my elbow and another I almost hit with my car. So here we go.
From conversations during the previous day, I had agreed with blooper that I would pick him up from his house around 2 PM. I woke up at 1 PM, having not yet packed for our trip. I swing by his place around 3 PM, we have a quick lunch of Jack-In-The-Box, and then we leave for EVO.
Our initial plan was to leave at night to avoid traffic congestion, but my mom talked me into leaving in the afternoon (because she would worry about me driving at night or something). We head onto the 210-E, and we met by traffic.
About an hour later, we travel the 20 miles or so to the I-15, where we merge onto the interstate…and then stop. The next 15 miles would take an unbearably long time to traverse because, as it turned out, stupid people don’t know how to follow directions.
As we arrive on the I-15, the first thing we noticed was a huge fucking sign that read: “PREVENT OVERHEATING! TURN OFF YOUR A/C FOR THE NEXT 15 MILES!” It was a hot day, and we were at a high altitude (thinner air means your car is more likely to overheat). We turn off our A/C, but I guess no one else does. We pass at least ten overheated and stranded motoristsand we point and laughed at them.
The rest of the drive is pretty uneventful. We stop at Barstow because I had to urinate, and we stop again at Baker because I had to urinate. As we leave Baker, I accidentally head toward the wrong freeway, so blooper, my navigator, tells me to bust a U-turn on the freeway entrance while there’s a huge loop directly to our right. I end up not listening to his directions for the rest of the drive.
We arrive at the MGM Grand at around 8 PM and check into our hotel room. We then have a quick dinner at McD’s, where I run into the least competent employee ever. The guy was obviously rollin’ on something, as he allegedly took orders from customers, sporting his uniform visor sideways (so gangsta!) along with an absent expression.
As I approach him to make my order, he asks if he can help me and then, before I can respond, he turns around and walks away to salt the fries or something. He comes back around five minutes later, and I make my order, get it, eat, and then leave.
After dinner, blooper, another friend, and I decide to check out the Strip. We head over to Excalibur and into its arcade, where we see a bunch of claw machines. blooper tells us that he’ll “own” us at those, so we watch him play. After he spends around $3 failing to grab a stuffed animal, we decide that we had enough of the claw and move onto another game. I elbow an old lady in the face, and we decide to call it a night.
Back at our hotel room, we memorize the phone number for Sapphire’sVegas’s premiere titty bar (it’s 796-6000)watch some UFC, play some Lumines, and then fall asleep to “Who’s the Boss” on Nick at Night, ready for EVO.