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Las Vegas (Hell-hole if you will)

There has been a minor hitch in our plans. Originally we were planning to meet Rita//Nolan's parents in Las Vegas for lunch but unfortunately for Rita//Nolan's mom she broke her ankle while rock climbing not more than 2 days before our trip. She just finished having surgery yesterday for a plate and pins to fix her otherwise borked ankle.

So when we arrived in Vegas we were still planning to meet Rita//Nolan's dad for lunch especially since he had brought down Teresa//Nolan's snowboarding gear. We got to Vegas, and promptly met Rita//Nolan's dad who still had business to attend to so we wandered down the strip. Suffice it to say almost everything about Las Vegas disgusts and repulses me. The people that frequent there, the places, the abundance of hand-sanitizer all speak volumes about the vile and scum that is Las Vegas. So after wandering around to waste an hour we made our way back to the hotel to meet Rita//Nolan's dad.

He immediately suggested we go to stripburger, which is a burger place on the strip. The first unfortunate thing that happened involved copious amounts of very cold wind. Oh and I forgot to mention the wait. We were told it would be 15 minutes and then waited a little over an hour. As soon as we were seated^[1] the first thing i noticed was the lack of space heaters around our table. Every other table had 1 or 2^[2] space heaters where ours had: NONE.

Other than that food was good. I don't really have much more to say about the establishment than that.

As for exiting the hell-hole we ran into some trouble once we got onto the freeway. There was a car crash on the right which brought everything to a grinding hault as the idiots ahead of us all watched intently as they passed at a speed for 5mph. Once we were passed that we managed to find a gas station further down the road and fuel up before the 5 hour stretch until Falon or Fallon or whatever. Except that once we were on the road Ayla had taken over driving for Rita and missed an exit or took a wrong one or something, so we had ot stop along the shoulder for them to catch up again.

As of now, all is well. I'm writing to you live from my laptop which I've tethered my new phone to. Not exactly tethered but setup and tunneled a SOCKS proxy from my phone to my laptop so I can browse the internet on the road.

1. At the worst table in the establishment, next to the street where it was freaking windy and freaking cold. [↩]
2. Usually two. [↩]