Jen

La cucaracha, la cucaracha. Ya no quiere caminar.*

Good morning from sunny Las Vegas!!

Yesterday, I had the pleasure of seeing the world's largest golden nugget, in, conveniently, the Golden Nugget Casino. 61 pounds of gold. Anyway, while looking for it, I stopped one of the people who work there and asked, "So, I hear that you have 'the nugget.'" To which he replied. "We do have 'the nugget.'" I love it when people play along with you.

My goal to keep the parents out of the casino isn't going too well, considering we had to go in a casino to see that damn nugget. If you remember from my Christmas vacation here, I spent every night in a casino, including both Christmas day and Christmas Eve. BUT, now, I have ideas and a plan. I think I can keep them busy doing cheesy little stuff, like dragging them mini golfing, maybe a little go-carting and my favorite idea yet, Elivis-o-rama, which is an Elvis museum. I'm not a huge Elvis fan, but hell, I can't pass up the chance to see his gaudy white jumpsuit circa 1970! We'll see how that turns out.

Here's my quick Fireside story. So, I went there Saturday night to see a bunch of bands, including this band Runner, which,in my opinion, kicked some ass. I'm sitting in the bar section at a table. Pat and I are getting ready to leave, and I, being the designated driver, start searching in my bag for my glasses. I'm having some problems locating them, so I start taking out objects and placing them on the table next to me. I find my glasses, put them on and proceed to get the objects from the table and there it is, a freakin' cockroach. It scared the hell out of me. And it was just hanging next to my wallet, checking out the bar scene. It wasn't small either, and apparently, not very scared of me. Anyway, this wasn't shocking to the other people we were sitting with, but yeah, I didn't like it.

*I don't even know if I spelled this right- I took Spanish some six years ago!