Interestingly, my interesting new title is neither new nor interesting. Fact. I was going to put something in Welsh but the only Welsh I have so far learnt is 'araf' which means 'slow'. Although to me it sounds like something from LOTR.
I am here in Aberystwyth, on Cardigan bay, and it is today wet and miserable. It has been nice up until now though. Besides the weather, there is a steep hill to climb to go anywhere. It's just like being back in Durham. Except with more Welsh.
I've officially registered and have completed all those shenangians today. The history department seems fairly cool, always a plus, and the postgrads get their own office in the department. Fantastic.
I am residing in a self-catered flat in the fantastic Clarendon Hall, with two English people, two Chinese people, one Frenchman, one Indian, one Romanian and one Irishman. And a mysterious Greek guy, but he left. All are male apart from one of the Chinese people, the female one naturally. The flat is interesting and quite enjoyable so far. All are postgrads, as it is postgrad accomodation, scary I know.
Right. I think I'm going to call it a day while I'm only marginally behind. I'll stop here and then I'll have more to update you with the next time I find a shared computer. More to come then from Aberystwyth.
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
Friday, September 22, 2006
The One At High Speed
Dammit.
Today has been done at high speed for most of the day. I've been racing around like crazy trying to pack - I have to pack twice, firstly to work out what I can take with me and put that in my suitcase. Not helped by the fact the majority of my case is filled with my duvet. Makes it awkward.
Rest of my packing is to be brought later. As per my last blog, my Dad is still in Canada. I have to get to Aberystwyth tomorrow with enough to keep me going for two weeks crammed into one suitcase and one rucksack and whatever I can fit in my pockets.
I am in a minor panic about it because I'm sure I've forgotten something or not sent off some paperwork I should have done or some chaos. I hate running around chaotically.
Today has been done at high speed for most of the day. I've been racing around like crazy trying to pack - I have to pack twice, firstly to work out what I can take with me and put that in my suitcase. Not helped by the fact the majority of my case is filled with my duvet. Makes it awkward.
Rest of my packing is to be brought later. As per my last blog, my Dad is still in Canada. I have to get to Aberystwyth tomorrow with enough to keep me going for two weeks crammed into one suitcase and one rucksack and whatever I can fit in my pockets.
I am in a minor panic about it because I'm sure I've forgotten something or not sent off some paperwork I should have done or some chaos. I hate running around chaotically.
Friday, September 15, 2006
The One At Home
Well, as some people know I'm at home again, as I flew back on Wednesday (leaving at 8:30 at night PST, 4:30 am GMT), and arrived back in London at 3:26pm on Thursday. The flight was what you expect from a ten-hour long flight; delayed for an hour at the airport because the incoming flight was delayed, movies not worth watching on all channels, sitting next to the person with the bad back who has to move every five minutes to stretch, and turbulence just as you start to doze off every time.
Most shocking news to report is that my bag got to the carousel before I did. I arrived and it was already there, just about to come in front of me. That never happens. From the airport I got the RailAir coachlink from Heathrow to Woking (this is amazingly convenient and cheap, too, at only £9 for a single or £10 a return), then got the bus to outside my house.
'Welcome home' has been muted. Dad is on holiday himself in Canada at the moment. My sister, Rachel, her reaction was "What are you doing back?" as she thought I was not due home until today. I was also warned not to touch anything in the fridge as she'd been on a £50 shopping trip. "In the fridge" seems to be lettuce and sliced meat. And one packet of mushrooms. I've no idea how anyone can spend £50 on this. It's weird typing on a keyboard with a £ sign again.
Having got an early night last night, due to jetlag and extreme exhaustion, I got up this morning when I then experimented with what was in the fridge. Fruit juice that had been there a while - when grapefruit juice looks like PINK grapefruit juice when it isn't, it's a bad sign. Apple juice had gone off too.
Today I have paperwork ahead of me. University stuff to sort out, to check where it all ends up and what the letters I have recieved while away mean, probably forms to fill out and the like - at the least, I need to work out where I'm going and when, and what's in the letters. I also have typical spam-letters to deal with too, as my name is alphabetically first I often get the junk mail for the house. Overall, should be a fun day. This is an exaggeration.
I know I'm just talking about mundanities to an excessive level. This is because I really do not feel like talking about how I'm feeling right now. That's pretty much it.
Most shocking news to report is that my bag got to the carousel before I did. I arrived and it was already there, just about to come in front of me. That never happens. From the airport I got the RailAir coachlink from Heathrow to Woking (this is amazingly convenient and cheap, too, at only £9 for a single or £10 a return), then got the bus to outside my house.
'Welcome home' has been muted. Dad is on holiday himself in Canada at the moment. My sister, Rachel, her reaction was "What are you doing back?" as she thought I was not due home until today. I was also warned not to touch anything in the fridge as she'd been on a £50 shopping trip. "In the fridge" seems to be lettuce and sliced meat. And one packet of mushrooms. I've no idea how anyone can spend £50 on this. It's weird typing on a keyboard with a £ sign again.
Having got an early night last night, due to jetlag and extreme exhaustion, I got up this morning when I then experimented with what was in the fridge. Fruit juice that had been there a while - when grapefruit juice looks like PINK grapefruit juice when it isn't, it's a bad sign. Apple juice had gone off too.
Today I have paperwork ahead of me. University stuff to sort out, to check where it all ends up and what the letters I have recieved while away mean, probably forms to fill out and the like - at the least, I need to work out where I'm going and when, and what's in the letters. I also have typical spam-letters to deal with too, as my name is alphabetically first I often get the junk mail for the house. Overall, should be a fun day. This is an exaggeration.
I know I'm just talking about mundanities to an excessive level. This is because I really do not feel like talking about how I'm feeling right now. That's pretty much it.
Monday, September 11, 2006
The One With The Leather
For those of you of weak heart, I would say look away now, but there's actually no reason to. This is a perfectly harmless, children-friendly blog. Although any children reading this surely have better things to do. Such as stick their fingers in a socket or choke on their latest toy that has no parts on it possible to do such a thing with. Not that I advocate these things, or even approve of them, but they're probably higher ranked on a child's to-do list than reading this. Anyway, I digress.
If you are still curious about what the heck this title is about, well, there's a reason for that. While looking for a good blog title for today I was googling two-three minutes ago and found out that the traditional item for a third year anniversary is leather (compared to a modern item being crystal or glass). All I can say is that traditionalists are obviously a lot kinkier than we thought!
The relevance of that is that today is the three-year anniversary of myself and Chrissi being together as a couple, which is to state the obvious a fairly long time. Despite not knowing the theme until two minutes ago (and she won't know it until she gets up and reads this tomorrow morning) we managed to stay well within it. Some people are just that good.
This afternoon we went to a baseball game of Los Angeles Angels vs Toronto Blue Jays. How does this stick within the theme? Well, baseballs are made out of leather (or at least the outer layer is). I don't care how tenuous it is, it's within the theme dammit. As entertaining as the thought of me being ignorant at a baseball game is, I have been watching it the past fortnight and doing my research, so I was fully aware of what was going on.
Angels won 4-3 in the end, helped by three runs in the third innings, and by Angels hitter Garret Anderson hitting the Bluejays pitcher out of the game - literally. He hit the ball straight back at him in the first innings, injuring him, and so their best pictcher was out of the game. Compare this with Angels' Jered Weaver who pitched until the sixth innings, giving up only three runs, with Bluejays using five pitchers in the same timeperiod. It was, all in all, a very enjoyable time and a very interesting game too that I thoroughly recommend to anyone else.
In the evening we went to dinner at a very nice restaurant nearby called the Claim Jumper. I've no idea where the name comes from either, but they did some excellent barbeque food, and we shared a combo plate (with chicken, pork and beef on it, all superb). For desert there was the potential of a motherlode chocolate cake - six layers high. For those who thought that death by chocolate was too humane. I was too full to even risk trying a slice, thankfully.
All in all it was a very enjoyable day, and a great improvement to actually spend your anniversary of being together with the other person! I recommend that to you all. More tomorrow.
If you are still curious about what the heck this title is about, well, there's a reason for that. While looking for a good blog title for today I was googling two-three minutes ago and found out that the traditional item for a third year anniversary is leather (compared to a modern item being crystal or glass). All I can say is that traditionalists are obviously a lot kinkier than we thought!
The relevance of that is that today is the three-year anniversary of myself and Chrissi being together as a couple, which is to state the obvious a fairly long time. Despite not knowing the theme until two minutes ago (and she won't know it until she gets up and reads this tomorrow morning) we managed to stay well within it. Some people are just that good.
This afternoon we went to a baseball game of Los Angeles Angels vs Toronto Blue Jays. How does this stick within the theme? Well, baseballs are made out of leather (or at least the outer layer is). I don't care how tenuous it is, it's within the theme dammit. As entertaining as the thought of me being ignorant at a baseball game is, I have been watching it the past fortnight and doing my research, so I was fully aware of what was going on.
Angels won 4-3 in the end, helped by three runs in the third innings, and by Angels hitter Garret Anderson hitting the Bluejays pitcher out of the game - literally. He hit the ball straight back at him in the first innings, injuring him, and so their best pictcher was out of the game. Compare this with Angels' Jered Weaver who pitched until the sixth innings, giving up only three runs, with Bluejays using five pitchers in the same timeperiod. It was, all in all, a very enjoyable time and a very interesting game too that I thoroughly recommend to anyone else.
In the evening we went to dinner at a very nice restaurant nearby called the Claim Jumper. I've no idea where the name comes from either, but they did some excellent barbeque food, and we shared a combo plate (with chicken, pork and beef on it, all superb). For desert there was the potential of a motherlode chocolate cake - six layers high. For those who thought that death by chocolate was too humane. I was too full to even risk trying a slice, thankfully.
All in all it was a very enjoyable day, and a great improvement to actually spend your anniversary of being together with the other person! I recommend that to you all. More tomorrow.
Sunday, September 10, 2006
The One Where Andrew Does Meet Scooby
Greetings from very late on this Saturday from us here in California, which means myself and a mostly sleeping Chrissi. It's 11:31 PM and I'm going to try and squeeze this blog post in before the clock hits midnight, turning me into the proverbial pumpkin. "I sure do like pumpkins, Cotton."
Anyway, leaving behind us in our wake the inevitable detour to the Dodgeball quote, a brief synposis on our day will follow. This afternoon/evening we went to the LA Fair (If you can't work out what LA stands for, you need help) and spent three-four hours there. It was, in essence, a giant fair/show place. Surprising, I know.
We wandered around the various food stalls and past umpteen demonstrations of kitchen tools or cleaning products at some of the many stalls. One stall was worthy of citation - a Fish'n'flush, displaying a toilet where a small (but separate) fishtank was in the walls of the cistern, and in the toilet lid. Very bizarre, at any rate.
We later went into the fairground part of the fair, and had a go at some of the games. Chrissi won herself a stuffed purple dragon at one of the games, where you have to shoot the water at the target to beat others doing the same thing, and at another, where you had to throw darts to pop balloons to win a picture as your prize, I got 4 balloons with three darts to win myself a picture of, well, you can guess really! If you can't, I have provided a picture beneath of myself, my prize and the stall where we won it also.
After such a high note the rest of the fair could not match it, and we left the fair and after several discoveries that it would be a long wait to be seated, we ended up at a nice Mexican restaurant with some excellent food, and rather toooo friendly staff of waitresses. Some of my readers will no doubt be delighted to hear that her cover for staring at me was to try and see what was on my Thid Floor t-shirt. But honestly, show some manners; do not hit on a guy when he's having dinner with his girlfriend. It's just rude.
Anyway, leaving behind us in our wake the inevitable detour to the Dodgeball quote, a brief synposis on our day will follow. This afternoon/evening we went to the LA Fair (If you can't work out what LA stands for, you need help) and spent three-four hours there. It was, in essence, a giant fair/show place. Surprising, I know.
We wandered around the various food stalls and past umpteen demonstrations of kitchen tools or cleaning products at some of the many stalls. One stall was worthy of citation - a Fish'n'flush, displaying a toilet where a small (but separate) fishtank was in the walls of the cistern, and in the toilet lid. Very bizarre, at any rate.
We later went into the fairground part of the fair, and had a go at some of the games. Chrissi won herself a stuffed purple dragon at one of the games, where you have to shoot the water at the target to beat others doing the same thing, and at another, where you had to throw darts to pop balloons to win a picture as your prize, I got 4 balloons with three darts to win myself a picture of, well, you can guess really! If you can't, I have provided a picture beneath of myself, my prize and the stall where we won it also.
After such a high note the rest of the fair could not match it, and we left the fair and after several discoveries that it would be a long wait to be seated, we ended up at a nice Mexican restaurant with some excellent food, and rather toooo friendly staff of waitresses. Some of my readers will no doubt be delighted to hear that her cover for staring at me was to try and see what was on my Thid Floor t-shirt. But honestly, show some manners; do not hit on a guy when he's having dinner with his girlfriend. It's just rude.
Friday, September 08, 2006
The One Where Andrew Goes Back In Time
Right, I promised some mundane updates as well as the interesting ones of what I'm doing. This doesn't strictly qualify as mundane, but it's not quite as interesting as swashbuckling pirates, at least not in a "wow" dimension. In an actual interest, it's quite helpful.
So I'm going back to the Thursday when I actually flew to America to provide some updates (hence the title). This is because on the morning of that Thursday, while I was calmly packing and my Dad was panicking around because he had nothing to occupy him, I recieved two letters through the post.
The first was from the University of Durham, enclosing my degree certificate, permitting me to not only say that I hold a Durham degree, but to also show them that I hold one, as I now have the evidence.
The second was from the University of Wales, Aberystwyth, confirming an offer for a place on a postgraduate course starting in September for a MA in History & Welsh History. So my busy morning before flying off was added to with paperwork, which I sent off my acceptance of the offer, as well as a few other bits and pieces of details. Since then I've been filling in forms via proxy to do my best to communicate room preferences, medical histories, etc.
Net result is that I start my MA on the 23rd September, a week and a half after getting back. Which is nice to know what I'm doing and where I'm going and everything else. Anyone fancy a holiday to Wales next year?
So I'm going back to the Thursday when I actually flew to America to provide some updates (hence the title). This is because on the morning of that Thursday, while I was calmly packing and my Dad was panicking around because he had nothing to occupy him, I recieved two letters through the post.
The first was from the University of Durham, enclosing my degree certificate, permitting me to not only say that I hold a Durham degree, but to also show them that I hold one, as I now have the evidence.
The second was from the University of Wales, Aberystwyth, confirming an offer for a place on a postgraduate course starting in September for a MA in History & Welsh History. So my busy morning before flying off was added to with paperwork, which I sent off my acceptance of the offer, as well as a few other bits and pieces of details. Since then I've been filling in forms via proxy to do my best to communicate room preferences, medical histories, etc.
Net result is that I start my MA on the 23rd September, a week and a half after getting back. Which is nice to know what I'm doing and where I'm going and everything else. Anyone fancy a holiday to Wales next year?
Thursday, September 07, 2006
The One Where Andrew Didn't Meet Captain Jack Sparrow Either
Admittedly I could keep this string of post titles going for a long time because I haven't actually met any famous people, but this again does have some relevance. This is part of my recapping on what happened between Las Vegas and San Diego - and for those of you who haven't seen yesterday's blog and the consequent comments, Chrissi uploaded our photos from the trip, so do look at them here. Not to force you, but you have to.
Anyway, onto my partially cryptic blog title, about which all will be explained in due course. Last Friday (obviously not this coming Friday, but I can't be too careful with some people with such loose phrases) Chrissi, I and her mother went to eat at a Pirates Dinner Adventure 'restaurant'. It's hard to explain what it was precisely, so perhaps if I link to the homepage it'd be easier to demonstrate, which can be found here.
Our pirate was the red pirate Jack (but sadly not a Captain Jack, or a Jack Sparrow - but getting the pirate called Jack was still fairly cool), who we did cheer on throughout the show, which was very entertaining. It's hard precisely to describe, but there were huge swordfights and acrobatics and other random things. I didn't participate in the action, thankfully, but our team's inept pirates weren't very good at the tasks we undertook.
The meal itself was excellent as well, although being interrupted every ten seconds to have to cheer your pirate got a little wearing at times. But it was all great fun and really enjoyable - although our waiter got rather too excited when he heard I was from England and had an English accent. Chrissi got a little worried - I did too, although I'm just hoping he was trying to earn a good tip.
Anyway, 'twas an excellent night and much plundering, mayhem and pillaging was done by all. Speaking of which, in San Diego I got a fantastic T-shirt which states on the back "Pirates for Hire: Specialising in Mayhem and Madness" either side of a giant skull and crossbones. Fantastic stuff.
That's about it from me for today, although I'll drop by later and add another update I'm sure. So long, you scurvy dogs!
Anyway, onto my partially cryptic blog title, about which all will be explained in due course. Last Friday (obviously not this coming Friday, but I can't be too careful with some people with such loose phrases) Chrissi, I and her mother went to eat at a Pirates Dinner Adventure 'restaurant'. It's hard to explain what it was precisely, so perhaps if I link to the homepage it'd be easier to demonstrate, which can be found here.
Our pirate was the red pirate Jack (but sadly not a Captain Jack, or a Jack Sparrow - but getting the pirate called Jack was still fairly cool), who we did cheer on throughout the show, which was very entertaining. It's hard precisely to describe, but there were huge swordfights and acrobatics and other random things. I didn't participate in the action, thankfully, but our team's inept pirates weren't very good at the tasks we undertook.
The meal itself was excellent as well, although being interrupted every ten seconds to have to cheer your pirate got a little wearing at times. But it was all great fun and really enjoyable - although our waiter got rather too excited when he heard I was from England and had an English accent. Chrissi got a little worried - I did too, although I'm just hoping he was trying to earn a good tip.
Anyway, 'twas an excellent night and much plundering, mayhem and pillaging was done by all. Speaking of which, in San Diego I got a fantastic T-shirt which states on the back "Pirates for Hire: Specialising in Mayhem and Madness" either side of a giant skull and crossbones. Fantastic stuff.
That's about it from me for today, although I'll drop by later and add another update I'm sure. So long, you scurvy dogs!
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
The One Where Andrew Doesn't Meet Ron Burgundy
Well, it's now 10:23PM PST, which means it's 6:23AM back home in Blighty, but I have just returned from San Diego so thought that my first thought should be towards my loyal readerbase of two people.
So, my weekend in San Diego. Discovered by the Germans, they named it San Diego, which in German means a whale's vagina. And so continue with the quoting until we get to the worrying singing part, please don't sing, and then back onto the quotes until we reach the end credits.
In the real San Diego I saw neither Ron Burgundy nor any anchormen, anchorwomen or not even anything newsworthy whatsoever. I did, however, have a good time. We went to Seaport Village, which has a lot of really nice shops and interesting little places. That was on Sunday, when we also went to Balboa Park, which has the world-famous San Diego Zoo. Which we saw the car park for but didn't feel like going in. Balboa Park was cool though, weird architecture and buildings and one giant tree. I sound like a Christmas Carol.
On Monday (Labor Day here in the US! Isn't it scary how I'm automatically dropping the 'u' from Labour, much like Tony Blair, har har har, political jokes, they never get old) - yes, Monday we went to the Maritime Museum of San Diego, which was very cool and featured five ships, including the Royal Navy frigate H.M.S. Rose - more famous for being the "H.M.S." Surprise in the film Master and Commander: The Far Side Of The World [In case you're wondering why the inverted commas - it's because the renaming isn't official so it's not been christened as Her Majesty's Ship Surprise so it isn't officially HMS Surprise. Not mere pedantry.] and aboard there were people dressed up as pirates firing water balloons at each other. Now there's a job they sadly never told me about at the career advice things at school.
There was also a Soviet Cold War-era submarine which was rather nifty to look around, as well as an old tea-clipper and some big steamboat thing which was rather inelegant and not as interesting as the other three. I have photos of me standing at the wheel of a ship, and clambering through a hatch in the submarine. These will again be uploaded and links provided once you've read and forgotten about this blog entry.
Today being Tuesday we went to the Gaslamps Quarter, which is supposedly fantastic at night with it all being lit up. Unfortunately the person who recommended it failed to mention that at midday, it looks just like a street. We went to Old Town San Diego following that, which was one of the original settlements built by the Spanish in the Bay. There there was lots of interesting crafty-type shops, and I nearly fainted of sunstroke - it was exceedingly hot today (106F in OC, not sure about in SD though). In the evening we met up with one of Chrissi's friends from High School who lives in San Diego, and that was enjoyable also.
Anyway, this update has become quite long enough and I'll cut it short now before nobody complains, but just because long blogs are just rude and will lead to comments about how they're not rude but only in certain circumstances, oh the pedantry.
Anyway, more processing of my back-catalogue of updates tomorrow.
So, my weekend in San Diego. Discovered by the Germans, they named it San Diego, which in German means a whale's vagina. And so continue with the quoting until we get to the worrying singing part, please don't sing, and then back onto the quotes until we reach the end credits.
In the real San Diego I saw neither Ron Burgundy nor any anchormen, anchorwomen or not even anything newsworthy whatsoever. I did, however, have a good time. We went to Seaport Village, which has a lot of really nice shops and interesting little places. That was on Sunday, when we also went to Balboa Park, which has the world-famous San Diego Zoo. Which we saw the car park for but didn't feel like going in. Balboa Park was cool though, weird architecture and buildings and one giant tree. I sound like a Christmas Carol.
On Monday (Labor Day here in the US! Isn't it scary how I'm automatically dropping the 'u' from Labour, much like Tony Blair, har har har, political jokes, they never get old) - yes, Monday we went to the Maritime Museum of San Diego, which was very cool and featured five ships, including the Royal Navy frigate H.M.S. Rose - more famous for being the "H.M.S." Surprise in the film Master and Commander: The Far Side Of The World [In case you're wondering why the inverted commas - it's because the renaming isn't official so it's not been christened as Her Majesty's Ship Surprise so it isn't officially HMS Surprise. Not mere pedantry.] and aboard there were people dressed up as pirates firing water balloons at each other. Now there's a job they sadly never told me about at the career advice things at school.
There was also a Soviet Cold War-era submarine which was rather nifty to look around, as well as an old tea-clipper and some big steamboat thing which was rather inelegant and not as interesting as the other three. I have photos of me standing at the wheel of a ship, and clambering through a hatch in the submarine. These will again be uploaded and links provided once you've read and forgotten about this blog entry.
Today being Tuesday we went to the Gaslamps Quarter, which is supposedly fantastic at night with it all being lit up. Unfortunately the person who recommended it failed to mention that at midday, it looks just like a street. We went to Old Town San Diego following that, which was one of the original settlements built by the Spanish in the Bay. There there was lots of interesting crafty-type shops, and I nearly fainted of sunstroke - it was exceedingly hot today (106F in OC, not sure about in SD though). In the evening we met up with one of Chrissi's friends from High School who lives in San Diego, and that was enjoyable also.
Anyway, this update has become quite long enough and I'll cut it short now before nobody complains, but just because long blogs are just rude and will lead to comments about how they're not rude but only in certain circumstances, oh the pedantry.
Anyway, more processing of my back-catalogue of updates tomorrow.
Saturday, September 02, 2006
The One Where Andrew Provides An Overdue Update
Continuing with the titling theme. I know it's crap but at least it provides continuity. So, having not updated for a whole week I should do so now. Here goes.
Last weekend, from Sunday through to Tuesday, I was in Las Vegas, a city built on sand, broken dreams and $5 lobster; a city where you can get a happy ending but only if you pay a little extra. A city home to a sporting event more lethal than the world series, the world cup and world war two combined, the ADAA Dodgeball Invitational brought to you live on ESPN 8, "The Ocho".
Well, Dodgeball quotes aside, I was actually in Las Vegas [Despite someone not believing me and thinking I was just saying I was to work a Dodgeball quote into the conversation]. Although I didn't see any Dodgeball. Or any pirates, cheerleading contests or anything else referred to in Dodgeball. For those of you who haven't been, it's a weird place to put it mildly. I termed it as a city where everything is cheap except for subtlety, which you have to pay extra. (How else would you term a billboard carried on the back of a truck advertising in full colour HOT GIRLS THAT WANT TO MEET YOU NOW - and you had to call of all numbers 6969696. I mean, subtle!)
Anyway, such comments on subtlety aside, it was an amazing weekend. Our hotel was the Luxor, which was shaped like a giant pyramid. The room was amazing; it had hieroglyphics on the furniture, and the bedspread was like one of those Egpytian paintings you typically see on tomb walls. Chrissi took some photos but I've no idea where she has put them so I can't link you, but I'll come back and edit it in when I do know where they are and when everyone has already read this so they won't read it again.
I did a bit of gambling and was up for a short period, before I lost the small amounts of money I bet. But no surprise there. Apparantly I'm a good luck charm for Chrissi though, whenever I just watched over her shoulder she seemed to win. She ended up about $40 up, which isn't too bad at all! We also saw a funny comedy show as well on the Monday evening.
I should provide a bit of updating for this week, as I now have a backlog of updates. Anyway, this weekend we are going away to San Diego. And I forced her to watch Anchorman this week so I can make crap jokes and references that she will find unamusing the entire weekend. I'll provide info on that when I get back on Tuesday. I also need to provide updates on real life and Pirates (the two are separate - I've not suddenly become a pirate, sadly). So I'll do that when I get back.
Anyway, I'll sign off now before Emma gets irritated at how long this is. Evidently what I provide is longer than she's used to. Har har har.
Last weekend, from Sunday through to Tuesday, I was in Las Vegas, a city built on sand, broken dreams and $5 lobster; a city where you can get a happy ending but only if you pay a little extra. A city home to a sporting event more lethal than the world series, the world cup and world war two combined, the ADAA Dodgeball Invitational brought to you live on ESPN 8, "The Ocho".
Well, Dodgeball quotes aside, I was actually in Las Vegas [Despite someone not believing me and thinking I was just saying I was to work a Dodgeball quote into the conversation]. Although I didn't see any Dodgeball. Or any pirates, cheerleading contests or anything else referred to in Dodgeball. For those of you who haven't been, it's a weird place to put it mildly. I termed it as a city where everything is cheap except for subtlety, which you have to pay extra. (How else would you term a billboard carried on the back of a truck advertising in full colour HOT GIRLS THAT WANT TO MEET YOU NOW - and you had to call of all numbers 6969696. I mean, subtle!)
Anyway, such comments on subtlety aside, it was an amazing weekend. Our hotel was the Luxor, which was shaped like a giant pyramid. The room was amazing; it had hieroglyphics on the furniture, and the bedspread was like one of those Egpytian paintings you typically see on tomb walls. Chrissi took some photos but I've no idea where she has put them so I can't link you, but I'll come back and edit it in when I do know where they are and when everyone has already read this so they won't read it again.
I did a bit of gambling and was up for a short period, before I lost the small amounts of money I bet. But no surprise there. Apparantly I'm a good luck charm for Chrissi though, whenever I just watched over her shoulder she seemed to win. She ended up about $40 up, which isn't too bad at all! We also saw a funny comedy show as well on the Monday evening.
I should provide a bit of updating for this week, as I now have a backlog of updates. Anyway, this weekend we are going away to San Diego. And I forced her to watch Anchorman this week so I can make crap jokes and references that she will find unamusing the entire weekend. I'll provide info on that when I get back on Tuesday. I also need to provide updates on real life and Pirates (the two are separate - I've not suddenly become a pirate, sadly). So I'll do that when I get back.
Anyway, I'll sign off now before Emma gets irritated at how long this is. Evidently what I provide is longer than she's used to. Har har har.
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