The Rest of the Weekend

My last blog post ended short because the Ron Ron had become the Sammy Sweetheart and I was the one holding Pam up from going out on time. Let me be clear on this: Pam was ready to go out before I was. I want to make that statement definitive and certain. This is a rare and momentous occasion. Pam was ready. To go out. Before I was. I was so shocked I almost dropped my laptop.

But ready she was, so blogging ended and our night truly began. Friday was awesome. We met two of our Vegas friends at a neat bar called Insert Coins, which is similar to Barcade in Philadelphia. It combines the lure of old school video games with the intoxication of alcohol to create one fun night. Just hanging out at the bar was fun in itself. We tried to get our own private booth to play Mario Kart 64 (the best party game of all time), but it's obligatory to order bottle service if you want the Mario Kart 64 booth, and there was no way the four of us were shelling out $150 to play Mario Kart 64. Eh, whatever, I played enough drunk Mario Kart in college.

We walked over to the Griffin that, unlike last time, was pretty darn crowded. But that was okay, the fireplaces and Hamm's were just as nice. Our friend was so enthralled and ecstatic to be there that she threw up all over the bar (hey ma, look, it wasn't me this time!). After that, it was Pam and I on our own. I don't think we'll be showing our faces at the Griffin for the next few weeks just in case.

It was only like midnight at that point, and this was our weekend, gosh darn it, so we trekked on, and checked out the last remaining Fremont bar we hadn't been to yet, the Beauty Bar. It was modeled after a 1950s beauty salon, except for, ya know, the loud pop music of 2012 blaring about. One weird thing we noticed was that a lot of people kept walking to the back and disappearing behind a closed door. There's no way all these people are going to the bathroom right?

So we go through the door ourselves, and end up out back in the huge outside party area. It was really bizarre. I felt like we were in Narnia or something. What bar in Vegas let's all their patrons into their backyard for some drinking under the stars? So that was nice.

And our final adventure of the night involved our mortal enemy of the west, that scoundrel bus system. We finally, finally found the bus transportation center that all the buses for the city ran out of. We were Moses in the dessert, finally finding the promised land. But, like Moses, we struck the rock twice instead of once, or rather, a rock struck our scheduled bus before it got there, and a window was all smashed up. We had to wait an additional 30 minutes to catch that elusive ride home. When it comes to the RTC bus system, we are so totally lost in the dark (or rather, I am, I guess. Pam is not pleased with my lack of bus know-how).

Saturday was a lot more relaxing, and thus, there's not as much to write about. There's the food, of course; for breakfast, we went to the Blueberry Hills diner, which I can promise you boasts a mean biscuits and sausage gravy. That cured half our hangovers, and the other half evaporated at the hot tub. I can't imagine life can get much better than a relaxing March weekend by the pool.

For dinner we checked out that Crab Corner, and feasted Baltimore style. The crabs were almost as good as those Maryland beauties, and almost means they were very, very good. Just hanging out with Pam and cracking open some blue-shells, it was dinner to be happy about.

So our weekend is over, but that's okay. More adventures to come! Now, time to watch some Mad Men with my Pammy.