Ron-Ron Juice, Episode 2: The Week That Was

Ron-Ron Juice is what the guys of the Jersey Shore drink when they wait approximately four hours for the girls to get ready to go out to the clubs. The basically sit on the couch and drink into oblivion, yelling random and probably obscene nonsense while the gals cake their makeup on and bathe in perfume. This is me, waiting for Pam. Not nearly as long, not even close, but long enough to blog. And this is me, drinking a little bit. Not nearly as much, not even close, but enough to be considered "pregaming." And this is me, blogging, during that time. Ron-Ron Juice Time. CABS ARE HEEYAH.

For those of you joining us this time searching for tales of extravagance and lunacy, you've yet again come to the wrong place. We're having fun, but sometimes schedules just don't work out. When you picture Vegas in your mind, you're picturing the never-sleep non-stop party, but that's for people who are here for three days and then have their normal lives to recover from that bender. When you actually live in Vegas for more than a long weekend, it's harder to get into that lifestyle, because it's not a vacation. It's life (for the time being, anyway).

So no, we didn't have a Hangover-esque night in the past week. Since we've last updated (which was about a week ago, sorry fans! And by fans I mean our immediate family!), we've had some good times, but not really blog-ready times. We took it easy last weekend because Pam worked Friday and Saturday. Saturday night it rained (it rained!?) so we stayed in and drank a little bit and played Trivial Pursuit and enjoyed each other's company.

This whole past week was all about work, unfortunately. Pam worked her requisite three full days at Sunrise, and I my requisite three not-so-full days at my place of employment that I'm weary of posting on the Internets in case I ever decide to trash talk it on said Internets while still gainfully employed by said place of employment. After hours, we watched Sopranos, we cooked meals (how have I never used a crock pot before this month?), and we took it easy. Consider this a work/vacation. We're on easy street here.

Today was finally our day of respite. I have work Sunday through Tuesday (had to take off for Phillies opening day, right?), and Pam has off until Wednesday, so today and tomorrow are our proper weekend, and it's been darn lovely thus far.

We slept in today (despite the damn elephants living upstairs, apparently. Seriously, walk lightly, my neighbor!). That was nice. After a few errands (bank, post office, Target, boring) we hit up the Atomic Testing Museum. We hoped it would be informative, exciting, and fun. One out of three ain't bad, I guess.

Don't get me wrong, learning about the atom bombs was neat. Neat is the perfect word. I never realized how complicated the bomb testings were, or how often they occurred, and frankly how darn close they were to Las Vegas. Stand at the corner of Fremont Street and Las Vegas Boulevard in the mid 50s, and you could see that mushroom cloud explode into the suddenly cloudy sky a mere 65 miles away. Despite the thick layer of propaganda underlying the whole exhibit ("those damn hippies that were protesting the bomb were against freedom, dammit!" was an ongoing theme of the museum), I found the exhibition pretty swell.

However, what we expected to be a highlight - the brand spankin' new Area 51 Exhibit - turned out to be a huge dud. What can go wrong with aliens and UFOs and cigar-smoking men in dark suits? I'll try to explain. What's the main reason you'd go to a museum as opposed to reading a book? The actual artifacts. You can read about an atomic bomb, but to go to a museum and see an actual piece of it is the real thrill of an exhibit such as this.

But what the hell can you put in a government funded alien exhibit when the government is actively seeking to put to rest the notion that aliens exist in the first place? Answer: jack. We walked through what amounted to a few dark hallways with a few placards pasted on the wall that copied newspaper articles about supposed UFO sightings. Oh, and here's a room for a journalist who wrote an article one time about a person that saw a UFO. Oh, and then here's a glass viewing case for a picture of a guy that knew someone who met an alien once, but haha not really because aliens don't exist.

Booooo.

We're having a good day though, despite the minor disappointment. We spent the rest of this 87-degree day at the pool, hanging out with some nice single-serving friends from Minnesota. And now we're doing something called spontaneity and taking a bus to Fremont for some beers and some arcade games.

Gotta go, Pam got ready in record time! Blog ya soon!