Holidays
Eva and I returned a couple of weeks ago from a few days in Vegas. "Vegas?" you ask, in the summer? Well, yes. We had a package deal that gave us free hotel in exchange, I didn't realize until the pitchman was halfway through his spiel, the, "Opportunity" to sit through a two hour time-share presentation. I've sat through one of these before and swore never to do it again. In addition to not particularly enjoying being subjected to a relatively high-pressure pitch, I don't really feel right wasting a sales person's time. I had no intention of buying anything, and I didn't.
But, hey, free is free. We also had Air Miles to pay for a hotel on the way down and Wyndham points for one on the way back. So all it cost us was gas. Well, gas plus food and entertainment. We carried and kept a fair amount of food in a cooler that we drained and filled with ice from the hotel ice makers twice a day. And we found a place on the Miracle Mile who served $9 entrees and $3 Margueritas. I gambled a total of $2, while waiting for my lovely bride outside a casino washroom. My last dollar won me 3 cents, which I just left in the machine for the next high roller.
We saw a couple of shows, notably Penn and Teller, which I thought was terrible, and The Million Dollar Quartet, which we both thought was fantastic.
The drive down was rather eventful. Somewhere south of Idaho Falls, at mile 87 of I 15, we saw three kids standing on an overpass. Eva even commented that she hoped they weren't going to throw anything at us. Well, they did. We saw him throw it and heard a great bang, thinking it had hit the roof. When we had a chance to inspect the car however, we found he had hit the right front fender, damaging it, the hood and the headlight. Thanking God it didn't hit the windshield. That could have been disastrous.
Why we had a chance to inspect it is another story. I called 911 to report the incident, but basically kept on driving. Some time later we began to notice a strange noise coming from underneath the car. I feared the worst. I pulled in to a rest area and that is when I saw the damage. Looking under the hood I saw that the plastic skid plate under the motor had broken loose so that over about 50 miles an hour it dragged on the highway. Not a big problem. We stopped at the next town and found a NAPA store where a young man came out, crawled under the car and removed it. He wasn't going to charge us but I gave him ten bucks anyway, and let him keep the broken skid plate.
While we were in Vegas I checked out the Alpha USA website to find local Alphas. There is only one running, and only two in all of Nevada. I jokingly posted on Facebook that, "They need a Regional Director down here!"
I suppose it might be nice when the temperature is -30 in Alberta.
Blessings,
John
But, hey, free is free. We also had Air Miles to pay for a hotel on the way down and Wyndham points for one on the way back. So all it cost us was gas. Well, gas plus food and entertainment. We carried and kept a fair amount of food in a cooler that we drained and filled with ice from the hotel ice makers twice a day. And we found a place on the Miracle Mile who served $9 entrees and $3 Margueritas. I gambled a total of $2, while waiting for my lovely bride outside a casino washroom. My last dollar won me 3 cents, which I just left in the machine for the next high roller.
We saw a couple of shows, notably Penn and Teller, which I thought was terrible, and The Million Dollar Quartet, which we both thought was fantastic.
The drive down was rather eventful. Somewhere south of Idaho Falls, at mile 87 of I 15, we saw three kids standing on an overpass. Eva even commented that she hoped they weren't going to throw anything at us. Well, they did. We saw him throw it and heard a great bang, thinking it had hit the roof. When we had a chance to inspect the car however, we found he had hit the right front fender, damaging it, the hood and the headlight. Thanking God it didn't hit the windshield. That could have been disastrous.
Why we had a chance to inspect it is another story. I called 911 to report the incident, but basically kept on driving. Some time later we began to notice a strange noise coming from underneath the car. I feared the worst. I pulled in to a rest area and that is when I saw the damage. Looking under the hood I saw that the plastic skid plate under the motor had broken loose so that over about 50 miles an hour it dragged on the highway. Not a big problem. We stopped at the next town and found a NAPA store where a young man came out, crawled under the car and removed it. He wasn't going to charge us but I gave him ten bucks anyway, and let him keep the broken skid plate.
While we were in Vegas I checked out the Alpha USA website to find local Alphas. There is only one running, and only two in all of Nevada. I jokingly posted on Facebook that, "They need a Regional Director down here!"
I suppose it might be nice when the temperature is -30 in Alberta.
Blessings,
John
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