We stopped in Primm Nevada, home of buffalo bills (and yes, it’s a big freaky buffalo) and the “DESPERADO” rollercoaster. If at any point I was to specify the Vegasness of it all, this was the time. We both strapped ourselves in, and began to scream not unlike the little girl children on their way to a social. Only with much more wailing and gnashing of teeth. Afterwards, there was no more fatigue with this little informer, nor with the bruthah, and there was much enjoyment and hemming and hawing of the merits of this spectacular jaunt in the land of Gee’s. We hung out for a sec, played a few games at their cleverly placed arcade at the exit to the coaster, and moved on down the road.
We cruised into Vegas on the wave of a balmy and singeing 110 degree heat that was awful and horrid, at least to me. As was to the bruthah, yet he said he liked the heat. I think that came later, after the Captain Morgan and coke though. So into Vegas we tripped, de-stuffified the trunk of the car, and made our way into the cool and beauty of an air conditioned hotel.
Our room was pre-arranged, all give props to the bruthah he of the planning and the information gathering. If he had been alive in the distant past he would have been a records keeper. A wizened historian that would know all there was to know on all things knowable. Ya know? As we waited for the room a tall Amazonian woman, sweet unlike those crazed woman of lore though, was in line behind us in a Vader shirt. I pointed to her and exclaimed “SWG?” and her response was…”What?” So began the explanation of the fan faire, and all aspects of that twisted and decadent Sony universe. She was altogether friendly and was interested, so I passed on the card, as I do so often, and told her she should check out the faire. I didn’t see her there, but that doesn’t mean anything as the fan faire was a very small part to our Vegas experience. After great giggling and laughing from the receptionist at check in we got our room number and the card keys to our rooms. With a wave to she of the tall stature, we boogeyed through the lobby with its clangs and ching ching chings and all that is Vegas and found the elevators that led us up to the air-conditioned goodness that was our domicile for the weekend.
