We left Phoenix at 730pm and arrived at my doorstep 6.5 bumpy hours later. It wasn't all bad. My brother fortuitously has an after-market DVD player installed in his 20-year-old Ford truck and I spent the whole time watching True Blood.
I had never seen the show before, he had seasons 1 and 2 on DVD player and I was the perfect captive audience. One thing led to another and I have currently invested over 15 hours of my life to that show over the past 2 days.
I spent Wednesday morning unpacking Daniel and getting him comfortable in his new abode. Wednesday afternoon was devoted to True Blood. Finally Wednesday night rolled around and Daniel, ever restless, had me drive him to the Strip. I showed him the sights and we even stopped at the Gold and Silver Pawn Shop where Pawn Stars on History channel is filmed.
I guess earlier in the day, Daniel saw this T-Mobile commercial:
Because he would not stop humming "Ble Bloo. Ble-de-be-boo-boop. It's the final countdown!" Seriously that song is stuck in my head now.
At midnight Daniel decides to go to the corner store for snacks, stays over an hour talking to the night shift clerk and comes home with a bunch of free stuff. This kid can make friends with a pig in a cornfield. It's weird.
So Thursday before Bryce is off to work, we all take time to drive around Vegas and show Daniel where different stores and malls and movie theaters, etc are so he can get acquainted with the town. Returning home after lunch, Daniel and I nestle in for another True Blood marathon-we're finally on season 2! Next thing I know, there's a young black man streaking across my back yard, paused at the corner of the wall, he looks around before jumping the 5 foot brick wall leading to the street, where he proceeds to run across the street to another neighborhood. I see him jump that fence into another backyard and then out of that yard to another before I lose track of him in a blur just as the sirens from a couple cop cars whiz by on the street he just ran across. Thoroughly freaked, I grab Daniel who was at my side and we run out back to witness the ordeal. Well, now would be a good time to learn how to shoot the rifle my brother brought with him, so 15 minutes of hastened lessons later, I consider myself armed and dangerous.
Also on Thursday: Daniel humming Final Countdown by Europe from the stupid T-Mobile commercial and it is now stuck in my husband's head and the periodically break into song throughout the day. I can't make this shit up.
So I think today will prove uneventful as the final day of my week long vacation. Alas, a once-in-a-lifetime event happens: I am wrong. I follow up my 2 hours of cardio this morning with another desperate true Blood marathon (so close to caught up!) and Daniel, growing weary of my new obsession, ventures out alone for a haircut and a car-wash. he texts me 30 minutes later to inform me he was rear-ended. Luckily, everyone is okay and his giant truck with a tow hitch did damaged the other car while sustaining no injuries. The other driver still felt terrible and gave Daniel $20 to cover his car wash. WTF? And now, as I am posting this, Daniel is out on a date. Less than 72 hours in Vegas and he has been in an accident, made a new friend at the Shell station, and is dating. I have been here almost 2 years and don't know anybody outside of my work. This kid.
Well....
Do-do-do-doooo. Do-do-dee-de-do. Dun-de-de-do. Do-do-do-do-do. 5..4..3..2..1..
Hey don't be jealous. It's not easy being me sometimes.
ReplyDeleteLies. You totally have it cush.
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