- I was originally supposed to drive over with Stan on Friday morning, but at the last minute he said he couldn't go, so I rode with Mike, Clayton, and Ron. On the drive there, just before Barstow, we saw a crow fly by with a giant McDonald's bag in its beak. The bag appeared to be completely filled, and the crow could barely stay airborne.
- The Landmark was an absolute dive. We swore we'd never stay there again, a promise we'll definitely keep seeing as they've since blown the place up.
- On the second night, Greg and I decided to have a drinking contest. I matched him drink for drink as we sat there at the tables. Many people felt I won when, at the end of the night, I ordered a McChicken Sandwich and ate it. Others claim that I was not drinking as much as Greg, and some say that Greg had a disadvantage because he had been drinking the night before, but it's all just sour grapes.
- When we were all having lunch at the Stardust, Mike said something off-color, and it caught Clayton in mid-swallow. He was only drinking water, but as he started laughing he also started spitting up water and gasping for air. Initially we were all laughing at him, but the water just kept coming out of his mouth. It was dripping all down the side of his face and onto his clothes and onto the table, and pretty soon people started staring. I got embarrassed, said "That's it! I'm outta here," threw down the money I owed for lunch, and left. Apparently, after I left, he got worse and worse as if he were choking, and Mike was afraid he'd have to give Clayton CPR.*
- While playing craps at the Landmark, somebody threw one of the dice off the table. Paul bent over to get it, and when he stood back up, he just sort of froze with a weird expression on his face. Behind him, a couple of girls had started laughing. I said, kind of annoyed, "Paul, give the dealer the die!" He did, and then said, "Greg, give me the keys to the car. I need to get at my suitcase. I just ripped my pants."
- During trip 15, we'd had a very good dinner buffet at the Dunes. So, I recommended it to the boys for breakfast on this trip. Well, apparently it was one of the worst buffets in history, although I thought it was fine. I went up to Paul and Greg and said, "I don't know about you boys, but I'm having good buffet." They looked at me like I was crazy.
*Clayton eventually stopped spitting up and he was fine for the rest of the trip.
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