The last few weeks my posts have been interesting, but in my opinion, not very entertaining. So I thought I would change it up a bit and relay a story from a few years back. Back to a time when Hubby and I were fortunate enough to be able to go on a vacation. So this is one of the stories from our Vegas vacation about six years ago. Now we are not the type of vacationers that go to the regular places everyone else does. We like to venture out on our own and find interesting and different things to see. On one of these adventurous days we traveled out to the desert and saw really cool rock formations, visited out-of-the-way casinos, and ventured up the hills to take snapshots of the sunset. Needless to say, we didn't stop to eat all day, and by the time we headed back we were starving.
Up to this point we were driving everywhere, so hubby was keeping his alcohol consumption to a minimum. On the way back he decides he is going to buy a bottle of alcohol and tonight we will be taking the bus down the strip instead of driving. He can then drink on the bus and not have to buy drinks in the casino's. So, he buys a bottle of Captain Morgan, Coke and one of those water bottles with the straw in it. (that should have been my first clue) We head back to the room to shower and get ready, catch the bus, eat and walk the strip. By the time we get to the bus stop it is now probably 10:00 pm. We still have not eaten. We get on the bus, he's gulping his Gallon 'O Captain the entire bus ride. Finally we decide to get off outside of Caesar's. Everything looks within walking distance from here, right? If you have ever been to Vegas you realize very quickly that everything looks like it is only about a block away, in actuality it's more like miles!! So we head into the first casino looking for a place to eat. I thought Vegas was open 24/7. Apparently that's just the Casino's and strip clubs because the restaurants were not! As we venture down the strip, and by the way, hubby is getting drunker by the mile—we can't find any place to eat. There's a Subway, a McDonald's, but I wanted to sit down and relax and eat something decent! So we continue to walk.
Up and down the strip there are little Mexican dudes handing out cards with photos of half naked women and 1-900 numbers to call. Hubby starts collecting them. He now has a fistful of these damn cards and proceeds to ask the unsuspecting crowd of people walking along side of us, if they would like to trade. "I'll give you a Tammy for a Jennifer, oh no, I only have one Jennifer, how about a Nikki instead, I have a couple of her". Everyone had a sense of humor about this, but I was getting irritated. If I haven't eaten for a while, I get a tremendous migraine. We FINALLY—after miles of walking and what felt like hours of time—are in front of the MGM grand which is more or less at the beginning of the strip and I am having a conniption! I now have a whopper of a headache! Hubby, of course is now plastered and no longer hungry, so he could care less about eating. I'm bitching about needing something to eat and this dumbass says, in his best slurry voice "Why are you getting so upset, I don't understand what the big deal is?" Now imagine two fat people standing in the middle of the strip (we were crossing the street when he decided to open his big mouth) and I screamed "CAUSE I'M FUCKING HUNGRY, THAT'S THE BIG FUCKING DEAL!!!!" I looked like the girl in the exorcist. If I could have spun my head or spewed green gunk at his face, I'm sure I would have! I totally expected someone riding by to holler out "Honey, I think you could miss a meal"
After his laughter and more of my ranting, we managed to find a place to eat at New York, New York. Since that trip, hubby now knows that when I say I'm hungry, I sure as hell mean it!!
Much Love to you—Jodi