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Supernova spent Thanksgiving weekend in Las Vegas. I'll never drive there again on Thanksgiving weekend! I nearly went crazy.
But before I tell you about my drive, let me tell you what I did.
Thursday PM -- Thanksgiving dinner with all the trimmings (G-d, I feel sorry for all those birds. I wish my relatives were vegetarians).
Friday AM -- Black Friday. Go shopping at Target. Amazingly there were no hoards of people like there surely would have been in L.A. In fact, Target was pretty dead. I was shocked. L.A. with all its gadzillions of humans was probably stuffed like a turkey (no pun intended) with shoppers, but I wasn't there to see it.
Friday PM -- Eat at a buffet in the Sunset Station Casino. I pigged out on all the vegetarian food (with the exception of one fish taco). We also walked around the Sunset Station's bowling alley where I found out that they do not recycle any of their beer bottles. What are they thinking?!? What are we in, the 14th century? The Sunset Station throws all their bottles and cans into the trash. In fact, most casinos in Vegas do. They're so backwards.
Saturday AM -- Take the tike to Circus Circus. We won some ridiculous stuffed sting rays. Whoever came up with the idea of a stuffed sting ray? Are they tryin' to give kids nightmares or what?
Saturday PM -- Eat at Bucca di Beppos, which serves outrageously large piles of outrageusly delicious Italian food. Their spumoni is so freaking delicious!!
Sunday -- A G-d awful nightmare!!!
We left Vegas at 11:30 am expecting to make it to L.A. by 4PM or so. Boy were we wrong. The drive on highway 15 all the way to the 10 freeway was like rush hour in downtown L.A. Bumper to bumper the whole trip. A-holes tailgating us whenever the traffic managed to go past 30 MPH.
We stopped to take a piss at a gas station in the middle of the desert -- big mistake. The line to the ladies room wound out into the parking lot. No problem for me, since I just took care of business behind an empty building. The gas station itself had signs everywhere that said "Out of gas" -- [something we have to look forward to as the planet runs out of oil -- better start takin' the bus now, people!]. Trash was everywhere -- in the street, overflowing from the trashcans, all over the gas station. All the buildings were boarded up, except for the gas station. It looked like a scene out of the Omega Man. I had to take my female company for a pee behind one of those creepy looking abandonments, half expecting Matthias to come at me.
After peeing, I found this secret country road that runs parallel to highway 15, so we managed to go 50 MPH on that for a while. Then back to the cluster fu-k on the 15 again.
Mysteriously, I saw no car accidents, overturned semi-trucks, or anything that would cause the rubberneckers to slow down and look (other than a woman vomiting outside her car). So I don't understand why people were driving so G-d da-ned slow! As soon as we hit the 10 freeway (7 hours later, folks), we were able to resume normal speeds.
We finally made it to our neighborhood at 7:30 PM. Where were the headlines about this fiasco in the L.A. Times Monday???
Dear politicos and fellow citizens, we need a bullet train from L.A. to Vegas. End of Story.
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