Wendover, Wendunder...

I'm sure you're all wondering what I've been up to since our last get together. Well... I've got a lot to tell you.

On the 4th of May, I got off early from work. It's always nice to leave & start the weekend early. I ran home changed clothes, threw some extras in my overnight bag, and hightailed it to SLC. I needed to pick my brother, Chopper, & sister-in-law, Niki up to catch our ride. Our steed was the "fun" bus to Wendover to see Joan effing Jett. The "fun" bus wasn't so much fun as it was convienent. It was excellent not having to drive out there. Although, I would've for Joan. We arrived there with about an hour to spare. We hit the buffet. It was all you can eat mediocre food. I won't complain; it was free with the bus ride. Afterwards, we head over to the venue...

Joan was great. Except, I sat the whole time. I'm never one to shy away from my opinion about how I prefer a small intimate show as to ginormous mega shows (More in my next post.). I rocked as hard as I could sitting. She played the song I wanted to hear, Bad Reputation. She played all the hits plus some from her days in The Runaways. Always good to see her. Never know when her and the likes will stop playing. Gotta 'em while I still can. After the show, we're off to gamble...

We head over to the Rainbow. I don't know why we head over there. I've had some luck at the Rainbow before. It was the only other time I'd been to Wendover. Some friends & I headed there for something to do. I sat down at a slot and won $40 dollars or so. I'm eager to try & repeat. The bus ride has given us a coupon for free $5, plus a $5 dollar credit. All I have to give them is an email address. So, I've got $10 plus the $20 I've alotted myself buring a hole in my pocket. I sit down at one slot & rip through my credit. Nothing. We wander around. They get some drinks; I chew a rhythm to my gum. It's nearly time to catch the bus back. I hit the duty free shop & get myself a Dr. Chopper runs off the to the restroom. I go to sit by Niki whose sitting at a couple of slot machines. I got a few more dollars in my pocket. I slide a five into the machine, turn to her, and ask "Is this my machine?" I pull the lever. 7..........7.........X3... Comes up. I hear money climbing; Niki notices and asks, "Who much did you win?" I tell her I don't know 50.... 75.... 100.... It stops at $120. I'm in shock. I cash out. $120 in my pocket. What to do with it?

Say It Alice...

Unfortunately, not forever.

Finished The Hunger Games in 10 hours. So far so good. Moving on to the second tomorrow.

Went to Sean Kingston last week. He came to lil ol Logan to play at the university. I left after 6 songs otherwise I would have reeked havoc. I was tempted to run up to each and everyone of the guy with Beiber hair & mess it up. Wish I'd done at least one.

Joan Jett in t-minus 46 hours.