As we exited the fan faire to get a drink finally we ran into the folks from last year. For those of you that don’t know what I’m talking about you need to read last years fan faire. For those of you up on the info, she had left him for him; they now were living together in Texas of all places. Other guy showed up as well, but Mr. intense wasn’t there, nor was the ex-beau of hers. And there ya go. They had all been drinking since at least 11am according to them, the lucky bastards, and as it was getting on eight of the clock for us and I was feeling slightly RABID for booze, a warp core breach to be exact, I disentangled myself from them and RAN not walked to the tastyness that is Quark’s bar, right by the Star Trek Experience. Now the sad thing is that that wondrous vibe of geekdom is going to be no more as of September first of 2008, and for that the Hilton gets a big ol’ shame on you from me. According to the rumor mill the Hilton was unwilling to allow for them to remain and didn’t even bother to talk to them about their lease options. Or lack of them that is. But we were not there for entertainment, we were there for BOOZE!!! And booze we got in the shape of a Warp Core Breach, courtesy of the surly lad behind the bar.
Now for those of you not yet initiated in the love of the breach, let me educate you. First you grab the fishbowl yes, the fishbowl. No no no, that other one, the ten gallon one. That’s it. Now, you pour in every possible version and variation of Bacardi rums and razzmatazz and some fruit juice or something or other, and dry ice for the bubbles. Now when the guy, bearing it with two hands that is, comes to your stool and drops this puppy off, make sure there’s more then one of ya to drink it. As there was the man who will forever be known as the Bruthah and I, we were good. So good in fact that I got quite a head rush and was slightly uncomfortable for a bit. Afterwards, with our head rush on, we retired to the penny slots and played the penny computer slots. Now there is one game my bruthah excels at and its all because of the music involved. It’s a game that uses the song “Rock Lobster” by the B-52’s. On the bonus round it has a guy with a thick eastern accent talking about introducing the lobster caught to some butter and that you got a good one. As my bruthah got bonus round mania, he began his bonus round dance. It involved lots of shoulder work and many a jiggle and jounce. There was a girl standing near by and she remarked that after he won a bonus round he had forgotten to dance. He then laughed, said “Oh ya!” and began to dance the shimmy dance of conquering. Her friend, who was quite inebriated, sat down next to him and began to lean and flirt. My bruthah, being the sweet guy he is, became very embarrassed and began the “I’m married and quite uncomfortable” lean. As he moved away, she would in tern move forward, so the lean of decency began. I merely sat and watched the festivities, but was unconcerned as I could step in at any moment and be the man my bruthah loves and respects. Namely the loud and fairly, when needed, obnoxious one. But at the time, and even later as she practiced her lean on me, I figured her being drunk was cause enough for a gentler and fairer hand. She had finished her DUI classes before coming to Vegas and so I was not at all worried for either me or my brother. They let us taste their drinks they had brought back from I think hooters, and they were delicious. One tasted like an orange Julius drink and the other tasted like a strawberry margarita, which it was, but it had crushed and blended strawberries in it and was the one I preferred. But since we were at the Hilton, it was all about the warp core breaches and serious inebriation.
