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I am back from Vegas….and I am broke.  And sick.

Two weeks before we left my dad came down with a nasty cold, you know the one….gross cough-headache-achy all over-feverish chills-all around disgustingness.  For two weeks I evaded it.  I bobbed and weaved even when my mom came down with it and Timbo added a sore throat to the mix.  I felt victorious.

Then I went to Vegas, and that cold laughed right in my face .
Struck down in my prime.

I toughed it out, and although I couldn’t manage any all-nighters I did keep up with the Vegas Veterans.  You know the ones…..sparkly hats-empty pack of cigarettes-fanny packs-totally reasonable shoes.

While there I did some very legitimate research, here is what’s up:

Of the many dealers, bartenders, taxi drivers, servers, street performers, and cops I “formally interviewed” only one was a born-and-raised Vegas kid.  So what are all these Vegas natives doing?  Do they avoid the tourists and become teachers or do they move to Nebraska on their 18th birthday?  Or is there a whole Vegas underworld I should know about?

No one, I repeat no one said they “hang out” on the strip on their downtime.  I get it.  I don’t like dealing with $9 beers and Stumble McGees either.  But then are we “faking” industry nights?  Am I not talking to the right people?  Is it a gimmick to make me feel like part of the gang….you know a local.  With that many people working on one road, do you all know each other.  Is it like Cheers?  Where is Norm?

Do you think the Chippendales hang out with the Show Girls by the pool?

Taxi drivers can make a real good living off drunk people.  Let’s face it, when you are bombed your best friend is the guy who is getting you to Fat Burger faster…..he totally deserves all your Blackjack winnings.  Or at least a couple of those escort cards that you collect at every corner.

Most people who visit Vegas act in a way that they would normally deem inappropriate back home.  Dresses are shorter, heels are higher, boys walk around with foot-long pink frozen daiquiris….but almost everyday you see a reunion of some sort.  What a small-big town, huh?  So my question is…how do you explain that pair of thigh high stockings to your frat brothers when you get back home?

If you have an accent, can sing, do magic, throw fire, or tell fortunes….become a bartender.  Get rich.

Bartenders would never want to be a Dealer, Taxi drivers couldn’t stand bartending, and Drummers are super cute but none as cute as Timbo.

How many Transformers, Mickey Mouses, and Spongebob characters can you fit in one town?  This place rivals Orlando….this seems like a fantastic “children clause” built into Sin City.  We can definitely bring the kiddos, they will love drunk Elmo.

On an unrelated note, thanks to getting down with the sickness my flight home was a bust.  I always have trouble with my ears.  If you have ever sat next to me on a flight I am sorry for the rapid gum chomping, compulsive water sipping, and yawning on repeat.  My ears are overly sensitive, and that could be a whole post on its own.  for today let’s just say that my ears are still stuck at 38,000 feet.

Completely clogged ears, shooting pains, and a ridiculous equilibrium is all up in my business.  I need help folks.  How can I get them to pop?  I can’t hear a thing.  T wants to take me to the hospital but this is about the third time my ears neglected to let loose.

Do you have any tips for helping with those pesky ears while traveling?
Do you think I could get my hands on an astronauts helmet?  Or Jay Z headphones?

Written by Christina and Tim

Hola, G’day, and Sup Homies.

Tim is in the middle of some major computer rehabbing for me….so instead of sharing a million photos of our weekend I am speaking from the heart today.  Well, more from my fingers since none of it is that serious and you know your heart can’t talk and all.  Details.

–  I am really ready for warmer weather, but I am kind of depressed that St. Louis hasn’t gotten a big snow yet.  I have heard that will be remedied on Thursday, here’s hoping for snowmageddon.  Hold the ice.

–  Lately, I have been all about picking up and moving.  Mainly from reading things like this and this.  Sometimes I think there is no better time in our lives to take a risk like living in Fiji for a year, other times I wonder if Asti could even cut it in the desert of South Africa.  I read an article a while back that asked a bunch of people what their occupation would be if money wasn’t an issue, most people said they would work at a bookstore.  I think I would work at a shoppe in a touristy towne (notice the “e’s” added for quaintness) so that I could talk with people from all over the world.  Holler Antarcticians.

–  I have been following Modern Seinfeld on twitter….if you’re not then you should get on that.  And while you’re there….

–  If I had told my eighteen year old self that I would one day love spinach and red onions, I think she would have thrown a bag of Doritos in my face and told me to get a life.  Still not a green pepper fan though.

–  Tim never ate those nuts…I am throwing them away tonight.

–  I have a horrible memory.  I watch Friends every night at bedtime and still give T the “I am so lost” look when he quotes it.  The other day someone was talking about the mini corn scene from the movie Big – which I have seen a million times – and I still can’t figure out what they were talking about.  Tim on the other hand remembers everything.  Even commercials he saw when he was thirteen.  Why won’t he share that memory.

True Story:  When T and I first started dating we were doing the whole Skype-date-thang and he asked what I was watching.  I gave him a QUICK glance of the true-life crime show that had held my attention long enough for my date to notice and you know what he said?  “Oh that’s the one where he sticks the girl in the suitcase, I saw that a few years ago”.  And you know what….he was right.  That man DID put that girl in the suitcase.  I am still amazed.

–  Our baby shark, Fajita took his first bites yesterday.  I can’t believe how patient Tim has been in getting that little booger to eat.  Now we have a Fajita full of shrimp….please tell me I am not the only one laughing.

–  Is anyone else abnormally excited for the Gold Rush finale.  Please let Parker be the one who is now filthy rich.  I am pulling for ya little buddy.

–  I still have yet to drink a soda in 2013 – with the exception of a splash of Sprite in some adult beverages.  Somehow my body hasn’t gotten the memo, because the pounds are doing everything but falling off.

–  I love to dance, particularly line dancing.  It is one of my favorite things to do and I got a little boot-scoot in this weekend which made me realize how much I miss it.  It also made me realize how much my calves hate line dancing.

–  Tim did indeed fix my computer.  So expect lots of pictures tomorrow. IMG_1342

What has been on your mind lately?

Written by Christina and Tim