That's right, Vegas. After a chilled day or two at the condo in San Diego, me and kieran decided to take Harry, and his mate Steve, to Vegas. We decided we'd leave at about 9...we ended up leaving at 11 or 12 or something. But thats Ok...cause it was Vegas....and a Mustang
Sidenote, Mustangs aren't as cool and spacious with four guys in there.
This was the first trip wher I had a go in the back, and I found it funny how when I was in the front of the Mustang I thought "hmm, where does all the wind go when the roof is down, because I can barely feel it. You wanna know? It goes to the back. My reasoning for being in the back was that Steve was somewhere about 6 ft 2, and Keiran, one of the shortest among us, was driving. So yeah, me an Harry, the littlest, sat in the back unable to hear anything being said due to the roaring of the air on our faces, though we did say hi to some lovely ladies in there cars, not wolf whistling, just hi. None of their boyfriends/fiances/husbands seemed pleased about this.
We did have a stop at a Coffee place, where we had a fun time on their leather couches riding their Wi-fi, well by that I mean Keiran checked up on google maps to make sure that we were, indeed, going to Las Vegas. Don't worry, we were cool. We wanted to be in a starbucks but when we asked where one was, he told us it was somewhere on the othert side of the shopping centre. When we got to the other side of the shopping centre, another guy told us we should go back to the other side to get a starbucks, we gave up chasing that goose fairly quickly.
Also, Keiran thought it would be nice to let Harry have a go at driving the Mustang around the parking lot. after he sped away, a tiny Vietnemese man came out of his restaurant claiming to be the manager and demanded we leave, or 'Reave'. As we did he started to call the 'Porice', which hinestly I was all up for, I would love to have had a car chase in that Mustang, I reckon Keiran could have held his own.
Disclaimer: Any racist comments made by Mr. Quilty in this article is purely a joke and hysterical, any person who finds them offensive should not judge his entire personality by these jokes for he is really a lovely person...also they should lighten up.
SO, a few hours, a lot of miles, and many moments of me standing up in the car with Keirans camera to take pictures of Las Vegas signs later, We were in VEGAS...and it was pretty. Me and Harry decided that we should test the leniancy of the local law enforcers by sitting on the back of the car, rather than in it. The only regret we picked up from getting to Las Vegas was that we got there to early, so we didnt drive through the lights. Never the less though we were so taken away by how awsome it all was we all had feelings that I could only describe as "Las-Vegasms!!"
Sidenote: The Coppers didn't care, they just didn't care
We checked into the Monte Carlo, thats right, at about 5 o'clock in the pm's. I should add it was quite a nice hotel. We got to the top, we Showered and we were ready...well they were ready, turns out they had shirts and ties and stuff...I brought Jeans and a t-shirt, what am I like, eh? also I had been surprisingly sunburnt on the face, sunburnt for the first time this year I might add wothout wearing any suncream. So that was a little bit embarrassing, but was all in good fun. another realisation that came to us was that only one of us was 21...so the other three became cheerleaders. By that I mean, we meant to be cheerleaders, until we lost Keiran somewhere in a casino half an hour into leaving our Hotel. NEVER THE LESS... we had a great time. The thing about being in Las Vegas for a night is that even if you can't drink, gamble, or go see extremely hot girls on stage... I mean pray for the sins of your bretheren, or if you haven't go the money to gamble, drink and...pray...You can still have an amazing time.
We checked out the Belajio (or however you're meant to spell it) and the dancing fountain in front of it. I couldn't help but wonder how long it took them to train the water to do that...what?
We saw Caesars Palace, and all the amazing Statues inside. Also they have an artificial sky there so it always seems like day there. That creeped me out. This made me realise the complete lack of window in the casino's meaning that peopl who are getting into the gambling spirit never realise that they are staying out too late, just like Ikea, those evil Swedish bastards.
ALSO, despite my limitations of age I did gamble...by that I mean I put a quarter in a slot machine, won a dollar, put another quarter in, lost, then took my winnings and ran. Thats right, I beat the bank by 50, freaking, cents.
Sidenote: it turns out that we weren't even allowed to watch the tables, and we totally would have gotten away with it if weren't for Harry and him looking like a young Harry Potter.
Overall Vegas was too awsome for words, and it was sad to have to leave...although We did leave in a Mustang which made it all better.
Monday, October 12, 2009
Thursday, October 8, 2009
American's should fix their bloody road names...
San diego was another long haul... and by the way for anyone who knows american geography, yes, it was a bit of a stupid route to go from LA up to San Fransisco and back down to San Diego (especially when we had to go around LA to get there), but we prevailed.
On the way to San Diego we realised that there was another friend from camp who was renting a Condo with some of his mates. What luck. So we asked, he said yes, we wrote down his address. Floorless plan right? you'd think so anyway...
once getting into San Diego at about midnight, we looked at the address, we looked at the map, we looked at the address again, we looked back at the map a little harder this time, we swore loudly. the Address wasnt on the map. I can't remember exactly what was written down but it was something along the lines of "21 east F Enchilada"...really we didnt think it through. what was even better was that no one else understood it either. It got so stessful I actually thought the ozzie was about to tear up the mustang, and that is not OK.
Sidenote: It didn't say Enchillada, but thats what Keiran kept on calling it, and I'm not sure if its a good thing to put down the real address
We found ourselves at 21st and F at one point, no it wasn't the right place. and while there I met a nice couple, Katy and Richard, who uckily work late at a bar and had only just got back home, and were more then helpful. They let me use their phone, my phone plugged into their outlet, and Keirans phone plugged into their outlet. None of them worked. While I was doing this, Keiran sat in the middle of the street with his mac trying to pick up a connection, and then trying to get in contact with Harry (Aka; Condo-Man). In the end we managed to get in contact and find the place, though we had to meet up with Harry at a 7/11 on his Push-Bike, while we drove behind in a mustang, his reaction to the mustang being "F@*$ off, where'd you steal that from" which is understandable...you know, keiran being austraillian and all. so yeah, we didn't get in until about 3 0'clock, but it was all cool. 1.because they had a hot tub, I didn't use it but you know...hot tub, 2. because Harry's mate was a che, and therefore made us some kickass brakfast, and then a fantastic Curry, and 3. because we had a fecking mustang.
Sidenote: Keiran never actually saw Katy and Richard, and same vise versa, so i think they all thought i was crazy and imagining people. good times.
On the way to San Diego we realised that there was another friend from camp who was renting a Condo with some of his mates. What luck. So we asked, he said yes, we wrote down his address. Floorless plan right? you'd think so anyway...
once getting into San Diego at about midnight, we looked at the address, we looked at the map, we looked at the address again, we looked back at the map a little harder this time, we swore loudly. the Address wasnt on the map. I can't remember exactly what was written down but it was something along the lines of "21 east F Enchilada"...really we didnt think it through. what was even better was that no one else understood it either. It got so stessful I actually thought the ozzie was about to tear up the mustang, and that is not OK.
Sidenote: It didn't say Enchillada, but thats what Keiran kept on calling it, and I'm not sure if its a good thing to put down the real address
We found ourselves at 21st and F at one point, no it wasn't the right place. and while there I met a nice couple, Katy and Richard, who uckily work late at a bar and had only just got back home, and were more then helpful. They let me use their phone, my phone plugged into their outlet, and Keirans phone plugged into their outlet. None of them worked. While I was doing this, Keiran sat in the middle of the street with his mac trying to pick up a connection, and then trying to get in contact with Harry (Aka; Condo-Man). In the end we managed to get in contact and find the place, though we had to meet up with Harry at a 7/11 on his Push-Bike, while we drove behind in a mustang, his reaction to the mustang being "F@*$ off, where'd you steal that from" which is understandable...you know, keiran being austraillian and all. so yeah, we didn't get in until about 3 0'clock, but it was all cool. 1.because they had a hot tub, I didn't use it but you know...hot tub, 2. because Harry's mate was a che, and therefore made us some kickass brakfast, and then a fantastic Curry, and 3. because we had a fecking mustang.
Sidenote: Keiran never actually saw Katy and Richard, and same vise versa, so i think they all thought i was crazy and imagining people. good times.
Americans have a bridge...and a very nice bridge at that...
It was a long haul to San Francisco, we left quite early (from aforementioned car park) stopping by a beach where Keiran said he could really wake up. He spent about half a minute in the water before running out due to how cold it was. But that’s okay, we still had the mustang.
We stopped by a town whose name escapes me, but I do remember clearly that it was home to the inventor of the split-pea soup.
While speeding down the road, in the mustang of course, we were playing our own burned CD’s consisting mainly of Aerosmith and Will Smith. It was frickin sweet.
When we finally arrived at San Fran, we knew exactly what our priority should be. Drive over the golden gate bridge. That was a pretty good thing to be able to say I’ve done…despite the fact that there was no toll leaving across the bridge, but a six dollar toll going back. Darn you, creators of the bridge, you had this planned from the start I have no doubt.
Sidenote: the hills in San Francisco are so steep that when driving up them, its like being on a roller coaster, except scarier when you’re at the top cause you’re meant to be able to see the traffic going in front of you, but you just can’t. Also walking down the hills Keiran decided firmly that “if we trip,or slip here, we will die…” reassuring…
We were then faced with the difficult task…of finding somewhere else to stay the night. It was more or less the same as the night before; we decided not to sleep in the car park of either ends of the golden gate bridge, as security was heavy. We then found ourselves driving through the bad looking neighbourhood, the sort of one you can’t help but think you’re always about 20 seconds away from a drug den.
It was decided we’d stay in the front drive of what seemed to be an abandoned mansion…yeah I know, horror movie stupid idea number one. Well that’s what was first decided anyway, up to the point where Keiran left the car to take a slash (horror movie stupid idea number two) where he then abruptly came charging back into the car slamming the door, saying “We’ve got to get out of here, I think this place is haunted”. Well I think that’s what he said though it had a lot more swearing and I’m fail sure he ‘crikey’ at least twice. Anyway I, luckily, did not commit horror movie stupid idea number three and say “meh, its probably nothing”, instead I said “oh dear God, GOGOGOGOGO!!!” and go we did.
(Side note: turns out it wasn’t a ghost. But instead, as Keiran revealed to me later, a hobo whom Keiran didn’t want to share a drive with.)
We stopped by a town whose name escapes me, but I do remember clearly that it was home to the inventor of the split-pea soup.
While speeding down the road, in the mustang of course, we were playing our own burned CD’s consisting mainly of Aerosmith and Will Smith. It was frickin sweet.
When we finally arrived at San Fran, we knew exactly what our priority should be. Drive over the golden gate bridge. That was a pretty good thing to be able to say I’ve done…despite the fact that there was no toll leaving across the bridge, but a six dollar toll going back. Darn you, creators of the bridge, you had this planned from the start I have no doubt.
Sidenote: the hills in San Francisco are so steep that when driving up them, its like being on a roller coaster, except scarier when you’re at the top cause you’re meant to be able to see the traffic going in front of you, but you just can’t. Also walking down the hills Keiran decided firmly that “if we trip,or slip here, we will die…” reassuring…
We were then faced with the difficult task…of finding somewhere else to stay the night. It was more or less the same as the night before; we decided not to sleep in the car park of either ends of the golden gate bridge, as security was heavy. We then found ourselves driving through the bad looking neighbourhood, the sort of one you can’t help but think you’re always about 20 seconds away from a drug den.
It was decided we’d stay in the front drive of what seemed to be an abandoned mansion…yeah I know, horror movie stupid idea number one. Well that’s what was first decided anyway, up to the point where Keiran left the car to take a slash (horror movie stupid idea number two) where he then abruptly came charging back into the car slamming the door, saying “We’ve got to get out of here, I think this place is haunted”. Well I think that’s what he said though it had a lot more swearing and I’m fail sure he ‘crikey’ at least twice. Anyway I, luckily, did not commit horror movie stupid idea number three and say “meh, its probably nothing”, instead I said “oh dear God, GOGOGOGOGO!!!” and go we did.
(Side note: turns out it wasn’t a ghost. But instead, as Keiran revealed to me later, a hobo whom Keiran didn’t want to share a drive with.)
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