We had a hard time keeping people out of our room.
It's all their fault.
Technically it's called a Roller Rocker and the guy who gave us the tour put one of these shiny doodads in a machine (the kind made to remove tattoos, I think) and the bright blue laser etched my very own name and the date on the side of it. I have my own roller rocker! Aren't you all impressed? (Sorry, I didn't take a picture of the real one, but that one was just like it and I hoped you wouldn't notice)
I'm spoiled. Nobody else got anything better than a hat or a sticker.
I also didn't have time to blog because I was too busy being taken out to eat at really cool places like Red's Old 395 Grill in Carson City. This place is THE bomb. It's cool looking too. And, it's world famous. They said so and that means it's a fact.
And it has really cool seating. Who wouldn't like to sit on furniture that their burger came from?
Fry bread was never on my menu before, but it is now.
Heck, we were full before the meal actually showed up.Then, we had to try to shove as much of our meal down into our gizzards as we could before they offered us dessert. Which, I might add, we politely declined.
Those were pickled carrots in that photo.
Too bad I don't like onions. Or onion strings. By the pound.
The gastrointestinal distress was felt by all.
One of the other reasons I didn't get a chance to blog was because we did entirely too much goofing off. As if it wasn't immature enough to play in the children's arcade at the casino, we made it a point to earn a bazillion tickets so we could win these fantastic little monkeys. Then, while waiting for yet another meal to arrive, the monkeys tried to model for us. It was rediculous hilarity at its finest. You can see what else the monkeys did on the adult monkey site. This is a family place for crying out loud.
After pizza and much more goofing off... it was time for some planned fun. (All the rest was purely accidental) Our chosen method of "fun" year after year is the Driving Range (over a lake) at the Grand Sierra.The reason we call it fun, is because nobody we take along (including ourselves) is ever very good at golf (except for the well-muscled Marine in the photo above) so we just do more goofing off and laughing at each other until we tire of repeated bathroom breaks. We had so much fun this time, that we did the same trip 2 nights in a row. It was either that, or gamble, and gambling isn't fun (if you're losing), nor is it very good exercise (if you're losing, but if you were winning you might jump up and down), and it's not cheap either. I think we made a wise choice.
After four days and miles of tours, plus an encyclopedia of car facts from the National Automobile Museum, 2 swollen ankles and 97 fattening meals we packed up and headed north. I hadn't got to do any serious blogging yet, but I still had time.
The trip home started out at a normal time.
But then I remembered I wanted to go to Cabela's. I HAD to go. It wasn't an option.
militia military men who went along with us didn't argue much at all. Matter of fact we had to pull them out of the place by their ears. This delayed our trip by at least an hour, and delayed my blogging even further (but I did get a cool new pair of shoes).
We saw lots of sights on the way home. Since I'm prone to taking many pictures of farms, and barns and such, I was not bored. But this prevented me from blogging. Evidently I like flat land too.
Anyway, thanks for missing me! I'm happy to be back home where I can blog