Day Off

Pam has work all this weekend, and that sucks. I miss her when she's gone. But, no use moping around like I usually do when she is at Sunrise, so I decided to try to make some friends yesterday afternoon.

A website that I often visit was having a meet-up at a local Mexican establishment, called Yayo Taco. Only four people including myself showed up, but it was pretty cool meeting new people and sharing a few drinks and tacos. (And I'll definitely be bringing Pam back to this place. There was a huge beer collection, tasty tacos, and - always important for me - at a good price.)

There's only so many tacos you can eat in one sitting, so we took a quick jaunt over to a little-known gem of Las Vegas, called the Pinball Hall of Fame.

It was exactly like it sounds, a huge warehouse with nothing but pinball machines and old-school video games. I feel like one could spend days in this place.

I spent most of my money on Mario games, because I'm nostalgic and they are the only games I've ever been good at. Donkey Kong, Donkey Kong Jr., Mario Bros., Super Mario Bros., and this treasure, a Super Mario World pinball machine. I thought a score of six billion would be good enough for a top score, but this is the Pinball Hall of Fame, so I guess some pretty good pinball players have passed through here. I didn't even place.

Here's another neat one. It must've predated most of the games in the building. It only took nickels, and you'd have to use the little metal knobs on the sides to flick the nickel across each platform, getting points. It's more fun than I can describe, I guess.

The pinball hall was the only place I thought to take pictures today, seeing as it would be weird to take pictures of people that I just met for a blog, and our subsequent destination was the Double Down Saloon, quickly becoming an old haunt, and way too dark a dive bar to take pictures in.

So after a few rounds of billiards, Hamm's beer, and Ass Juice (I still have no idea what it tastes like, grapefruit maybe?), we called it a day.

The highlight of my day was Pam coming home with a big Little Caesar's pizza and bag of breadsticks, because I love pizza, and I love Pam. For a day, though, it was nice getting out of the apartment. Otherwise, I would've been like a lost puppy dog, waiting at the window for my Pammy to arrive.