(Except catching a venereal disease from a Downtown hooker)

I left my car at the Mandalay Bay on Friday night because I didn’t want to drive home reeking of pot smoke. Sure, I could try to explain with my matted, sweaty hair and overall disheveled look, “No officer, a bunch of people around me were smoking pot … but not me. I don’t do that anymore. I am just coming home from seeing Alice in Chains but I swear all I drank was water.”

Hell, not even I would believe it.

So I Monorailed it over to the Hilton on Sunday morning to put some hours in for the poker tournament, then Monorail/trammed it back to the Mandalay to retrieve my piece of shit car that stuns me every time it starts. We have a rule with our car. “Never drive it anywhere that you can’t easily get a cab back from”. We have one of those cars where we burst out laughing when the insurance agent asks, “Do you want comprehensive coverage?”. The Blue Book value of the car is $8. A wave of depression washes over us every time we go into the garage and find out that the car hasn’t been stolen. Lazy fucking thieves. They stole the $5 light off of my bicycle, but won’t touch my frigging car. How pathetic is that?

Anyway, I got some shots of random stuff along the way.

Apparently, the evildoers intend on teaching us a lesson by attacking one of our nation’s biggest transit failures. Those bastards!

Seriously, the bad guys want the Vegas Monorail to stay intact. They even make fun of it in Afghani caves. I think Bin Laden designed the thing himself as the ultimate insult to the USA. They aren’t touching it. Trust me on this one.

This is the Fontainebleau finally making some vertical progress:

Some shots of The Strip along the way:

Here are the apartments that those Harrahs pricks provided a generous 30 day eviction notice to:

The City Center:

Hopping off at the MGM, I noticed very long checkout lines:

I caught the very end of a Centrifuge show:

I walked over the two skywalks, and jumped on the Tram at the Excalibur and shot a video of the trip to the Mandalay. There was smegma all over the front window of the train, so it’s really blurry, but it is what it is:

I retrieved the car and proceeded to drive to the Boulevard Mall to pick up a few things, and caught this shot of a plane landing in front of me while driving east on Tropicana:

If you look closely, you can see the passengers on the right side of the plane pointing out the window and laughing at my car.