Tom's in a meeting so there isn't much else for me to do except write another post. Wow. 3 posts in a week!
Anyway, VEgas is a lot of fun. Its darn hot though - they're in the middle of a heat wave and tomorrow will be 112 degree farenheit (or 44.5 Celcius). You walk out the door and it's like you're walking straight into an oven. No wonder the US uses so much energy, what with A/C running full blast in ever car, building, office and casino.
Speaking of casinos, I doubled up and won $20 on my first trip to a black jack table, which was nice. Although, when drinks are $6 for about 2/3 a pint, you need as much winnings as you can get! So, I've seen the strip, watched the fountains at the Bellagio, seen scantily clad fat women dressed in some roman attire, and taken pictures of the fake eiffel tower. And yes, it's lots of fun. Tonight I have a poker game, which will give me a chance to prove for once, that I can actually play poker, and don't always fall asleep haf way through.
And tomorrow I'm off to the lake with Tom's church, which, given the heat, is probably just as well.
And Linus, I still don't know who you are and it's driving me crazy. Readership is so low, that I doubt you're gonna be giving many cookies out, so give me some more clues!
Friday, July 14, 2006
Thursday, July 13, 2006
Viva Las Vegas
This is probably the best holiday ever. Fun is to be had everywhere I look. Except on overnight Greyhound bus trips (incidentally, why on earth are all the greyhound stations in the ghetto part of towns?).
So San Diego was great. I did some tourist stuff, such as visiting the zoo, and sea world (which was great until the Shamu show, the one with the killer whale, started spouting crap about there being 'a truth that two species are trying to connect'. I've never heard such emotional guff in all my life) and going over the Coronado Bridge, which was made famous for me in the movie Anchorman, when Ron Burgendy's dog Baxter is kicked off it. And I also made lots of new friends. My intial plan was to stay in a hostel and hang out with people I knew already, but they introduced me to more people, and I ended up staying in the house of a guy called Nino. He produces a magazine, Bubblemag, which is very good and I thoroughly recommend you look at. Incidentally, there might be an interview with me published in there sometime in the future.
So for the weekend, I hung out with my new friends. I tried and failed to learn to surf (ALWAYS wear a rash vest, until you're very very good). I wen't to Nino's Grandma's birthday party, I went to a Saturday church service at Maranatha Chapel, where I disagreed slightly with the pastor, and I went to some musical stuff and met some very very very talented young musicians. And then in another God ordained coincidence, Nino's roommates parent's were travelling north past Monterey at exactly the time I was heading up there, so I got a free ride and didn't have to take the nasty bus.
Monterey was fun, and rekindled some memories, but nothing much of blogable note happened apart from the girl who gave me her phone number. Now I'm sure some of you might find this suprising (ha!), but I've never been directly given a number by a girl. Basically, what happened was that I headed to the Monterey Aquarium reception desk to try and find my friend who worked there. I oozed British charm and smiled sweetly and the girl, whose name was Misty, was very helpful and helped me find the guy. She also let me leave my big heavy dive bags behind her desk. And so, when I went to pick them up the other girl slipped me a piece of paper with the inscription "Misty, (phone number), call me!". OK, so it could have just been a joke. I didn't call her to find out, but it makes a good story anyway (if I was actually anygood at story telling).
And now, after 18 hours of travelling from Monterey, I made it to Vegas, where it's hot and garish and as soon as I got off the bus, was offered weed, ecstacy and LSD. Party town. Lets see if it's as fun as San Diego.
And by the way, Linus, of course you can be my sixth reader. I'm honoured to have you. But who exactly are you...Stop hiding hehind a pseudonym!
So San Diego was great. I did some tourist stuff, such as visiting the zoo, and sea world (which was great until the Shamu show, the one with the killer whale, started spouting crap about there being 'a truth that two species are trying to connect'. I've never heard such emotional guff in all my life) and going over the Coronado Bridge, which was made famous for me in the movie Anchorman, when Ron Burgendy's dog Baxter is kicked off it. And I also made lots of new friends. My intial plan was to stay in a hostel and hang out with people I knew already, but they introduced me to more people, and I ended up staying in the house of a guy called Nino. He produces a magazine, Bubblemag, which is very good and I thoroughly recommend you look at. Incidentally, there might be an interview with me published in there sometime in the future.
So for the weekend, I hung out with my new friends. I tried and failed to learn to surf (ALWAYS wear a rash vest, until you're very very good). I wen't to Nino's Grandma's birthday party, I went to a Saturday church service at Maranatha Chapel, where I disagreed slightly with the pastor, and I went to some musical stuff and met some very very very talented young musicians. And then in another God ordained coincidence, Nino's roommates parent's were travelling north past Monterey at exactly the time I was heading up there, so I got a free ride and didn't have to take the nasty bus.
Monterey was fun, and rekindled some memories, but nothing much of blogable note happened apart from the girl who gave me her phone number. Now I'm sure some of you might find this suprising (ha!), but I've never been directly given a number by a girl. Basically, what happened was that I headed to the Monterey Aquarium reception desk to try and find my friend who worked there. I oozed British charm and smiled sweetly and the girl, whose name was Misty, was very helpful and helped me find the guy. She also let me leave my big heavy dive bags behind her desk. And so, when I went to pick them up the other girl slipped me a piece of paper with the inscription "Misty, (phone number), call me!". OK, so it could have just been a joke. I didn't call her to find out, but it makes a good story anyway (if I was actually anygood at story telling).
And now, after 18 hours of travelling from Monterey, I made it to Vegas, where it's hot and garish and as soon as I got off the bus, was offered weed, ecstacy and LSD. Party town. Lets see if it's as fun as San Diego.
And by the way, Linus, of course you can be my sixth reader. I'm honoured to have you. But who exactly are you...Stop hiding hehind a pseudonym!
Wednesday, July 05, 2006
Dooooooode
Haha. I got paid $20 to ask a girl to dance. She said no. Seems the British accent can't manage everything in America!
In other news, I just spent 4 days on a boat diving around California's Channel Islands. Sea Lions, Leapard sharks, octopus, and much much more. Lots of fun. A day later I still feel like the ground under me is rocking. And listening to England go out on penalties on a satalite radio at 9 in the morning in blazing sunshine on the ocean blue was a strange feeling.
In other news, I just spent 4 days on a boat diving around California's Channel Islands. Sea Lions, Leapard sharks, octopus, and much much more. Lots of fun. A day later I still feel like the ground under me is rocking. And listening to England go out on penalties on a satalite radio at 9 in the morning in blazing sunshine on the ocean blue was a strange feeling.
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