Piratey Goodness
Sorry ‘bout being such a bad blogger lately—the three days in Vegas, I’ve got an excuse for: no connectivity in the stupid work laptop I had to take. For the three days I was back and didn’t write…nope, no excuse. Unless maybe ‘laziness’ got upgraded to the “acceptable” column while I wasn’t looking? I mostly just moved from the bed to the couch, and then the couch back to the bed, all three days. The first two, I had to keep my leg propped up, ‘cause it was hurting bad from the previously-mentioned bowling injury. I know you’ve been imagining an unfortunate dropped or thrown bowling ball incident, but no: I just wrenched the living hell out of my left knee. Still, it could have been worse—if I’d hurt an arm, I might have been sidelined from the Games! As it was, three days of sitting on the sofa totally lent themselves to making up for lost knitting time. Et voila, my progress to date:
Yep, I cast on the second gauntlet! I got the first one done right up to the fingies on Saturday night, and set it aside to work on my vintage stole for the rest of the night. Come Sunday morning, I still couldn’t quite face the fingers. I kinda…hate them. But I love working the body of that thing, so *whoosh* goes Thing 1 off the needles and *zing* goes Thing 2 on. The fingers can wait.
So, Vegas stats: hours of sleep: 12 over two nights—not good by my standards, but not bad at all for Vegas; drinks: 1 Irish coffee (yeah, really. It’s probably the most I’ll drink all year, too.) Money down the slots: $10, which brings my lifetime score in Vegas to, uh, something like $57 bucks, maybe? I don’t like gambling. If I’m gonna come home lighter by a few hundred bucks, there better be fancy-name shopping bags involved.
And now, what you’re really waiting for: the pirates. I had dinner with a colleague Tuesday night at Treasure Island (at Isla, which I whole-heartedly recommend, if you like Mexican food. We both loved everything we ordered.) After dinner, we went in search of the pirate show, and discovered that it was just starting. We schmoozed our way into the VIP section, but that ended up being an unfortunate thing. You may have heard that “TI” has recently re-done its pirate show to up the “T&A” factor? Well, VIP passes get you front-row viewing of the High Seas Hoochie-Mamas; the pirate ship is behind you—and all the non-VIP suckers are between you and it. So, we didn’t get a good look at the pirates until the point in the show when…er…
***SPOILERS FOR THE T.I. PIRATE SHOW. DON’T READ FURTHER IF YOU DON’T WANT TO KNOW HOW IT TURNS OUT!!!***
…the point in the show when the Sea-Hoors sink the pirate ship, and the guys all swim the lagoon and board the SS Strumpet for the big final number. But I promised piratey goodness, and never let it be said I don’t deliver on my promises-relating-to-piracy:
Mmmm….meaty!
A little sumpin’-sumpin’ for everybody.
We loitered after the show, but the pirates didn’t come by us. We asked around, and found out that TI doesn’t let the pirates mingle with the crowds anymore. (I’m sure that’s to cut down on the gropin’ and the molestin’, but I’m not clear on who’s being protected from whom.) They didn’t even have a pirate statue from which I could drape Thing 1 for a photo op. Not a poster, not a doorman, not even a cocktail waitress done up all wenchy—nuffin’! It were sore disappointing, I have to tell you. This is the most pirate action Thing 1 got:
The Amazing Bendy Blackbeard
Ain’t he the cutest, happiest li’l Scourge of the Seven Seas you ever saw?
February 21st, 2006 at 12:46 pm
I wouldn’t exactly call recovering from such things as injuries, pirate gazing and very little sleep an attack of laziness
Glad to see you around at any rate! Your progress is awesome. Can you believe we are going to (hopefully) be done with these things by Sunday?!?