In the continuing saga of watching a train wreck happen in slow motion, with body parts flying everywhere, and that sick sick feeling you get in the pit of your stomach, I bring you “Secret Agent Man” By David “King of the Green Screen” Hasselhoff.
Anyone have any of that orange vomit powder?
Oh, And if any of you find the “Don’t Hassel the Hoff” T-Shirt, tell me, it must be mine.
P.S. I swear, networkers wrap up soon, including Video “You be the rockstar” experience.
I know some of you may say, “How can this be day four, when he posted last week?” Well, I’ve had the whooping cough in the past few days. This has put me out of commission.
Oh, and there was the drive back to Cheyenne. That ate up some days too, especially while I was falling ill. Which, if anyone can do, I heartly don’t recommend.
Oh, and I had to upload the pictures… of which I still haven’t uploaded. So use your imagination
So. Day four.
This mostly concerned me finding out that I could purchase an iPod at a vending machine.
You have love Vegas. I mean really, where can one vend a $250 piece of computer machinery besides Vegas?
I also heard some Donna Summers music, as they were hyping the return of “The Queen of Disco”. This led me to believe that Vegas can’t be that bad of a place, and I really contemplated extending my stay, just so I could feed my Disco habit.
I proceeded to take the CCNA test. Later that night I met up with Brown Eye Sue and watch some Nacho Libre. Unfortunatly, Vegas was wearing on me at this point, and me being tired+air conditioning=Groggy. So I wasn’t too much of a conversationalist. Sorry Susannah .
Oh, and I stopped at the pinball hall of fame.
I’ll post what happened the last two days, as well as some photos. soon. I swear.
Right now, I just need to finish feeling like I’m coughing up my lungs.