- One thing I will not miss about Vegas is the constant sirens going off from the myriad of ambulances, firetrucks, and police cars. If you think they are bad in Philly, you ain't heard nothing yet. First of all, we're in a pretty bad neighborhood. Our corner is nice, with the restaurants, and our hotel is spectacular, but the East Las Vegas itself is a slum. Secondly, there's a different car crash every two minutes, it seems like; people drive like idiots and [other bad words] around here for some reason. Finally, we live literally right next to a firefighters station, so we get to know right away when the firetruck is need somewhere. Add in the airplanes flying seemingly fifty feet above our heads, and it can be pure cacophony around here.
- Wasn't sure where to put this stray observation. It's funny, with so many places to get food in the immediate vicinity, you can actually tell what direction the wind is blowing by what kind of food you smell. Just from our window: if you smell jerk chicken, the wind is blowing strong from the east (Bahama Breeze); smell Chinese, it's blowing WSW (P.F. Chang's); steak, and it's SW (Morton's); donuts, and it's SSW (a shop brilliantly called "DONUTS"); curry, and it's SSE (Ghandi's Indian); Italian cuisine, and the wind is blowing from the southeast. It's a whole different compass when you walk out the front door.
- I have to clear up a little discrepancy in Pam's otherwise excellent blog post from the other day. I missed that Saturday night for reasons that were described as my needing some "beauty rest." I just wanted to make it known that I was violently ill that night. I need to keep my reputation in tact here - Joe does not stay in on a Saturday night because he is just a little tired or a little under the weather. If takes a lot to knock me out of a fun night. But... ah, maybe it worked out for the best. Pam deserved a Girl's Night Out, and if my throwing up buckets could give that to her, so be it.
- What are the chances that there will be zero problems with me getting my last paycheck in the mail? I gave them my address in Rockledge with plenty of time to spare, but who is will to be that they forget to mail it? Or mail it to the wrong place? Or it has the wrong number of hours on it? Things like that always happen to me. (Bad omen: Pam is fighting tooth and nail to get her paycheck from two weeks ago. She still hasn't been paid for that week.)
- Shout out to the front desk here at the Can, who have been awesome the past five months. Anytime we needed a new roll of toilet paper, or we needed to pick up a package, or I got locked out yet again, they were there. Thanks, girls.
- I posed this question to Pam the other day: Do we have any regrets? Hmm, not many, we agreed. I, for one, would've liked to see Moyer pitch for the 51s, and it would've been cool to get some fried chicken from Flavor Flav's House of Flavor, and Pam is pretty bummed she didn't get to go to a club featuring DJ Pauly D on the 1s and 2s. But other than that, I think we did all that we could in this town. It was a fulfilling experience.
- Tonight's plans include one last trip to the Strip. Dinner is at Nine Fine Irishmen (same as our first night here, see what we did there?), and then one or two beers with the Sunrise nurses. Maybe a quick dip in the hot tub before we call it a relatively early night - gotta get some rest for our continued journey farther west tomorrow.
- This was almost another edition of "Ron-Ron Juice," but I refrained. I think we are all, Pam especially, tired and weary of the misogyny.
- This certainly will not be the last post here on the blog. There's plenty of free wifi along the ride home, so expect a deluge of pictures a few times next week, from LA and NOLA especially. Also, I have a few more posts in mind that I plan on writing during Pam's driving shifts. Finally, we'll wrap things up nice and neat with a Conclusion post as we're rolling into town. Thanks for reading so far, and keep visiting!
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