So much stuff happened to my friends and I in Las Vegas, I could probably do another 30 posts on our many adventures. But I've decided to do just one more... for now. This story is about the many great people we met in Sin City. Because... not all people are dicks like the doorman at The Palm's! [read previous post]
One day, we were stumbling about outside our hotel, The New Frontier... feeling a bit rough... when a pretty girl in a really bright blue mini-van drove by us. This was no ordinary vehicle, mind you... this was the official Advil tour van!
Seeing this sight just accentuated my pounding headache. The thing about drinking in Vegas is, you have to do it continuously to keep the slightest bit of a buzz going on. The weather is so extremely arid there, once you step outside into the heat, the alcohol you've so feverishly consumed to get drunk, is immediately pulled right out of your pours, and into the atmosphere. That means if you don't have a drink in hand for the entire trip, you're most likely not going to stay drunk. But anyway... the minivan passes us by in the hotel parking lot. The girl behind the wheel sees us... smiles... and waves. How nice is that? She could have just ignored our blank stares... but she went out of her way to acknowledge our presence!
She kept driving into the parking lot. We kept walking to our rental car. But after a few moments, I could see the Advil girl had parked her rig in a spot, and was about to head inside the resort. As my noggin continued to throb in a hip-hoppish sort of rhythm, I decided to go say hi to the girl. My friend, Audio, and I walked over to the glowing blue van, and introduced ourselves. Her name was Lara. She was a pretty girl from somewhere in the Midwest... with a beautiful smile, and great personality. Without even missing a beat, Lara knew we were in need of relief.
"You guys want some free samples?" she said.
"Oh, well, sure! But we really just wanted to say hi to you," I said in the most ridiculously idiotic way. I can be smooth sometimes. But what I said was about as smooth as sand paper. Oh well...
She then proceeded to crawl in the back of the minivan to grab us about four handfuls each of Advil Liqui-Gel capsule sample packs. So, needless to say, our headache worries were over at that point. And here's the most cool thing... Lara wasn't even "working" when she gave us the samples. She was on a mini-vacation before having to hit the Vegas Strip. So she totally went out of her way to accommodate a bunch of Portland, Oregon dorks. How rad! Plus, she let me take a picture with her... because ya know... I'm a stereotypical tourist.


My roommate,Angelo, gave me a really awesome birthday present... a ticket to the Prince concert here in Portland. It was totally awesome... and Prince still kicks serious ass! Our seats were amazing... row four from the stage. That means that Prince was practically sitting in our laps for most of the concert. In fact, as you can see from the photo, Prince had to shoosh us one time because we were so loud and obnoxious!! If you have a chance to see Prince in concert, I'd highly recommend it. Just watch out for all the Prince fans that dress in purple for the concert. They were kind of scary.






Angelo & Hasser enjoying the Prince Concert.
Apparently I was a little angry or something (drunk).
Speaking of Angelo... he's about to move out of the Castle of Chaos, and head south to San Francisco. He totally scored a sweet job at KRON-TV. So after the big farewell party tonight (Tuesday) at the Ambassador Restaurant & Bar (starting around 10pm), we're going to head out bright-and-early tomorrow for a road trip with a U-Haul truck, Angelo's Durango, and our hung-over asses. We'll probably hit Reno first, to play a little craps. Then head over to the bay.
I think it be a trip to remember.
I'll take a camera, and more than likely, have a few stories to tell.
Until then, I'm off like foreskin. Speaking of foreskin, go read this news story. It's fucking crazy! What a way to end a post. Ouch...