Tuesday, May 08, 2007
Las Vegas has been in the news the past couple of days and it's driving me nuts. I'll explain why in a little bit.
My sister in law Kate clued me in to the story about Dusty the African Grey who left Michigan and ended up in Las Vegas, baby! Dusty went missing in September 2006, and turned up at Nellis AFB on April 21. Our parrot Barney never gave us an excuse to go to Las Vegas; he just screamed and bit MizBubs in the face until we had to give him away.
Uglier news from Las Vegas: the murder of a hot dog vendor in the Luxor parking garage. There were multiple law enforcement spokesmen reassuring us that THIS WAS NOT TERRORIST RELATED. NOPE. NO REASON FOR THE TOURISTS TO WORRY. This story jumped out at me because the Luxor has been the scene of some of my favorite Las Vegas adventures.
Chris Albrecht, chairman of HBO, got arrested at the MGM Grand right after a title fight. A championship boxer died in a motorcycle crash.
But here's the really important news about Las Vegas: I'm not going there this month. My friend and I were all set to head out there in a couple weeks to help run security for a big-ass convention. A couple weeks ago we found out that the client wanted to cut some fat from their security budget, and we were the fat. In one stroke I was cheated out of an 8-night trip to Las Vegas and several thousand dollars.
Dang. It would've been so cool. I would've been so cool. It would have been just like this video: