Poolside Purgatory

Hey All,

Not much to report of recently. Not every night can be a haze of fist pumps and nine dollar beers, apparently.

But I gotta tell ya'll, we're having a great time out here, even when nothing "exciting" is going on. Take Sunday for instance. We woke up late with a bit of a hangover, naturally. The rest of the day was devoted to just lounging around. We watched Friday Night Lights, ate leftovers, and explored the hotel. In the late afternoon, we took a test run to all the different hospitals Pammy could be working at on any given night. Some were farther than others, and all of them looked beautiful.

It was one of those days that wasn't particularly riveting or anything, but it was damn pleasant to just relax and hang with my babe.

Let's see, so that was Sunday. Today is Tuesday. What happened yesterday? Well, we finally got up off of our asses and hit the gym. The Can has a pretty nice fitness facility, on the house, so why not take advantage of it? I ran my usual forty minutes (those treadmills are fancy!), and Pammy ran for 30, then started pumping iron. She's a machine!

Seriously though, it was satisfying being active, because I feel like all we'd done the days prior was sleep, eat, drink, and sleep. This is what we told ourselves as we drove over to the fast food joint for dinner. Ever hear of Raising Cane's Chicken Fingers? Apparently it hasn't really caught on along the east coast, but it's big out west. And it's BANGING. Despite the fact that they spell "Kain" wrong, they make a darn good chicken finger, with a unique and savory house dipping sauce. Why can't there be one of these in Rockledge? They even give you a slice of buttered Texas toast with every meal!

We were nice and full and fat and then it was time for Pam to go do what she came out here to do - tend to those sick Vegasians. She's an awesome nurse and the hospital is lucky to have her, but it was tough seeing her go. I was just getting used to spending every waking minute with her. But no worries! I'm sure she did just peachy, and I'm even more sure she'll blog about her first night soon (right? Right?!).

So it was my first night alone in Vegas. Carpe diem and all that good stuff, I went to some dive bar a few blocks away called the Double Down Saloon. It was neat, I met some people, the barkeep was nice and gave me a free shot of, and I quote "Trash Juice" (they refuse to tell you what's in it), and I hung out with some Texans who - get this - have never freakin' heard of Friday Night Lights. WHAT.

On the walk home, I stopped by the Hard Rock Hotel to check out another bar that I had read about online. Not check out like I needed another drink, just check out to know where it is so Pam and I could come back. And somehow, I got lost in the hotel. I have no idea how it happened. I took the elevator, and next thing I know, I'm in the pool area, and it's desolate. Like, ghost town freaky. All the lights were off, and it was just me and the pool and empty lounge chairs. I take the elevator to the 3rd floor, and it's another pool. I take the elevator to the Basement level, and it's another pool. I take the elevator to every floor in between, and it's all pools. And a bar. That's empty. And a big screen TV, that just said "Out of order." I was seriously freaking out until some helpful cleaning ladies said "What are you doing down here?!" and showed me to the exit.

So that was an adventure, I guess. I survived my night without Pam. She'll be headed to work again tonight. I think I'm gonna stay in.

On today's schedule? Walk around, apply for some jobs. Be extra quiet as to not wake Pam. Try to get Pam to type about her work experience last night when she does finally awake. I dunno, then watch FNL or something. It's too cold for the pool.