Since I didn't yet have this blog over Thanksgiving break, I thought I'd mention a couple of things from that trip. Flew out to Vegas at 2:50 that Wednesday before. I was thankful for getting a half day from work. Maria picked me up at the McCarran with the Impala Princess. For those of you not in the know, it's her company car. Cheap as hell American car (haha, what isn't?) but made from solid steel. No joke. But it's all good. The car is free and so is the gas so she can take me anywhere I want to go. Except maybe Hendertucky. We try to limit our trips to Trailer Trash Town.
So nothing exciting that night. Just checked out my snowboard and the boots I brought matched pretty well. Listen, I may not be great at the bloody sport, nor even good at it, but dammit if I won't look good as I tumble to my death. All good there. I'm going to have to take a picture of my gear. I had such a fantastic deal on it, I almost needed to change underwear when I got to the checkout counter.
Okay, so on Turkey Day, we were supposed to go on a hike at Red Rock. It was cold and the night before we decided to sleep in. We were then obligated to have breakfast with my brother-in-law's mother. Well that was an ordeal. As I try to be the peacemaker, I convinced my sis to be the bigger person and see her in-laws. So that was fun.
The MIL has a cat. A cat that, though you never see the sonofabitch, sheds like a motherfucker. I must have picked at least three hairs while eating breakfast. Outside. How the fuck does that happen? As I write this, I'm probably still trying to digest the hairball I ingested that morning. I don't like cats.
Then I get to meet my sister's sister-in-law's new husband. Fantastic. As if she wasn't enough to handle with her standoffish attitude, I get to meet her new husband. Nice guy. But thinks he knows everything. Whatever. Umm, anyone care to wager on this one? It's sick but I always bet on how long marriages last. But methinks this one is a keeper.
Finally, I once again meet the devil himself. The MIL's husband (#2). Not my BIL's father. Thank goodness. So back to the devil. He's a pastor. Correction, an INTERNET pastor. That's where he got his license. Hey, I just calls them as I sees them. For someone who's supposed to be one of God's messengers, he lacks a lot of what is good. Hmmm.
So that'll teach me to be the peacemaker. From now on, I shall be Ares, god of war, but with a better wardrobe. Or at least, I shall just try to avoid those Four Horsemen. Oh, and by the way, I think her food made my BIL (brother-in-law, for those who have not caught on) sick. Which is surprising because he has a stomach made of steel. Ahem.
Okay so went shopping afterward at the outlet stores. Very cool. Dinner with mom and dad was good. Uneventful but felt like home. Very, very good. No pretense, limited table manners, etc. Just the five of us, unlike last year. Loved it.
Friday, Maria and I got up early for Black Friday. Here's a pic taken before the sun even came up:
Why we even decided to go to Wal-Mart was beyond me. It was a mad house, mainly because there were a lot of people who go there to put stuff on layaway. That line stretched forever. Relatively few people were actually paying for stuff at the checkout counters. Very trailer, was the scene.
Maria and I can power-shop like the best of them so we were pretty much done with 96% of our shopping by 9:45. Not too shabby. After that, we went to Sonic's for breakfast (YUM!) then was time to go to St. George, Utah. That's right, Jebediah, Utah. Beautiful country, fucked up people. What more can I say?
Basically, I had a lot of fun, as I normally do and Saturday night was when I was to go home. Being that it is my life, I got myself in the best seat in the plane:
Yup, I sat in the last seat of the mother fucking plane, right beside the mother fucking engine. I went deaf not from the engine but from blasting my iPod to drown the noise. That, and Whooping Cough Wilma who sat right beside me. Eh, what're ya gonna do? 'Tis my life. It's the only one I've got.
