This makes me insanely happy.

So, it's January in Vegas. It's not cold. It hardly ever snows. Which means it's the perfect place for...



You're goddamn right.







This is the Continental Cup. It's a week-long curling event at the Orleans with a different event each night. The event this night is North America vs the World. In this case, it's Norway, Sweden, Denmark, Switzerland, and Japan. They had flag bearers for each country. They asked us to rise, and played the national anthem of Norway. And then stopped. I guess they only did one anthem a night, otherwise they'd be there for half an hour. Besides, Randy Bachman of Bachman Turner Overdrive is scheduled to play at 9:30. We can't be here all night!

It was actually pretty fun, but the event ended in basically a tie - the North American men won on the sheet closest to us, but lost on the far sheet, and the women in the middle tied. It was me, Joboo, Brad, and Paula (the one who writes gay fiction). At one point I was texting with the wife and not paying too much attention. I hear clapping so I clapped a little bit too. Paula shoots me a look like she's going to slice my throat and almost screams "You were cheering for the ENEMY!!" From there on out, I make a big show of not applauding for the rest of the night until I had Paula's permission. It was dumb, but the 90 year olds sitting behind us were cracking up. They were even bragging about how one of the Canadian squads practices in their tiny small town.

Saturday the 14th starts with a painful trip to the post office:



That's about half the line.

Our neighborhood randomly got new mailboxes. Maybe they were vandalized or something. But it means having to go to the actual post office to get actual keys and the actual dopes who work there can actually go **** themselves. After about 45 minutes, the pickup line isn't moving at all, but the line to drop stuff off has been cruising along. My wife decides to play the dumb broad role and gets in the other line, pulls the "Oh I didn't know! But that line is so long, can I just get my keys?" act. And it worked!

Keys in hand, we make our way out of town to Hollywood. Once we saw Hamilton, there was apparently an obsession void that needed to be filled in my wife's soul. Fortunately, she found something that hits just about every one of her needs, the My Favorite Murder podcast!

http://www.feralaudio.com/show/my-favorite-murder/

As luck would have it, they were doing a live "show" in LA this weekend, so we decided to drive on out for it.





Yeah, how do YOU like it buddy?



It was a pretty amusing time, to be honest. The podcast is a good listen, too.

Sunday, we basically took the day off to walk around the city a bit, and then hit up the world famous Grauman's Chinese Theatre for a late showing of La La Land. I mean, we're in Hollywood. Seemed like an appropriate film to see there.





Whenever I watch a Ducks or Kings game on TV, I see commercials for Norm's. I was pretty insistent on trying it.



I was kinda surprised that it was so good. I expected it to be like a Denny's rip-off, plus or minus a notch or two in quality.

With that, we headed back to the reality of life. Which included bringing the cats to the vet. They were not pleased with the situation:



My classes started this week. One of them is in my actual program so I knew everyone in class. I tend to be a bit of a social nihilist in these classes, as we have one adamant Trump supporter and one talks-over-everyone socialist, and neither of them have the ability to stop talking once they get going. And I love to rile them up. So the Trump supporter walks in and I said "I figured you'd be in DC for the inauguration". That conversation took about half an hour. Love that ****.

The next night was the first meeting of my other class. This one is in a different department (higher ed leadership) and I knew no one in class. During the introductions, we had to say one interesting thing about ourselves. I was last to go, and decided to drop the "My ex-wife is a hooker" bomb. I don't care who you are, that story is funny. It's worth a chuckle at least. On a scale from one to ten, this got about a negative four. It was like I said my hobbies included kicking puppies in the teeth and telling black people that racism doesn't exist. Ugh. If anyone wants to follow along with my reading this semester, you can get this book off Amazon:



My wife got me a hot white chocolate from Starbucks for football Sunday:



She brought it home and I said "Whaddup!" I stopped myself before I sold off our living room furniture.

She also went food shopping and brought home this monstrosity:



I asked if that was for the nights I was out playing poker. She scoffed. Then named it Leeroy. I'm not feeling great about my lot in life right about now.

And if anyone is wondering: Yes, I'm going to be an insufferable prick between now and the Super Bowl.

Looking at those crowds in the Orleans Arena, it's to imagine there are that many people in all of the United States that give a **** about curling.

I've watched my share of curling on tv over the years, but I don't know anyone else who has.

A+ update. Those curling pictures look "electric"...

As far as the ex-wife hooker story--probably should have looked at the required reading before doling that one out, seems like you could have gleaned what type of class this was going to be.

"stopped myself before I sold off our living room furniture" is one of those jokes that makes me crack up at work and turn to the person next to me before realizing I'm laughing at something that literally nobody will understand, and trying to explain will only make things worse.

A+
Curling is the **** if you're into pale milfs yelling "HAAARRRDDD"

Cucumber underrated imo

Awesome.

Spikey you showed a pic of this from your trip to South Point.

http://m.reviewjournal.com/sports/be...work-las-vegas

Brent Musberger

Also while I'm here hope you have a miserable Super Bowl Sunday.

Sorry actually hope things are going well but do hope dirty birds crush your team.

As a southerner now living in New England, I can confirm curling is the stone cold nuts! I am in a weekly league and am a little jelly you went to the continental cup.

#GoPats

It was pretty full. Not completely full, of course, but pretty full. Definitely felt like a lot of people flew in just for this event. And I heard the finals/championship/whatever sells out every single year. Also - they sell some kind of fancy mixed drink in containers shaped like the actual curling stones.

I figured I had two stories I could pull out - the hooker or Judge Joe Brown. I went with the immediate bombshell, and it just bombed.

This past Saturday night, my wife and I went to play a massive game of Cards Against Humanity with some of her lawyer friends (and their spouses and such). My Judge Joe Brown story somehow came up, and everyone was jumping down my throat "WOAH WOAH" or "You have to tell us that!" or "Details!" or whatever else. About five minutes later, one of the attorneys said that someone had filed suit against her for treason, and no one batted an eye. How the **** is JJB more interesting than TREASON!?!?



Giggity

Drunk-posting Da_Nit is my favorite Da_Nit.

I just heard about Musburger being involved with that sports radio network. I'm honestly wondering if I should enroll in broadcasting school (while finishing my doctorate) and see if I can't get some kind of internship over there.

There's a league here in Vegas, too. The club (Las Vegas Rocks) has Groupons up all the time for people to take lessons, and my wife and I have gone a couple of times. The lessons don't always work with our schedules so we haven't been in a while.

Pro tip: Wear sweatpants or some other kind of workout clothes. Do not wear jeans. This happened to me after my first throw:



I had to hide behind my wife for the rest of the lesson.

I don't think I was drunk when I posted that but was sitting in bed super tired.

Well I'm here love Pats pie charts.

There's a friend of mine from back home who is both an absolute PSYCHOTICALLY obsessed Patriots fan, and a bit of a braggart who likes to exaggerate. I'm not sure which side of his is showing with this story.

He was playing at Foxwoods when a semi-drunk New Yorker got to the table. There was some mention that he was out with his buddies for one last hurrah - his wife was due to give birth to their first kid within a month. So the drunk and my friend get to talking, and they're going back and forth, needling each other about different things. I think the Bruins had beaten the Rangers the night before or something. The conversation then moved to football. The NYer started laying in to Deflategate and how the Patriots were clearly guilty. He started going on and on and on. My buddy played it cool. He kinda laid low, didn't argue much, and kept the conversation friendly. Eventually he got this guy's name, exactly in NYC he was from, what he did for work, and all that.

My buddy excused himself from the table and called Child Protective Services. He claimed that a clearly mentally deranged man was about to have a child, and he was worried about the kid's welfare. He then claimed that the man was an alcoholic, a degenerate gambler, and that he heard rumors this guy beat his wife. After giving the NYers full name, cross streets in NYC, and his place of employment. My buddy went back to the table and acted like nothing had happened.

Now, I heard all this from my friend. I don't know if it's true, but it wouldn't surprise me in the slightest. That is the level of insanity that this Deflategate nonsense has brought about. For anyone to have read the Wells Report and come to any conclusion that Brady was completely innocent is baffling to me. We can rehash every argument on both sides ad nauseam and not change each other's minds. But to insinuate that Patriot fans are just hiding from the truth is remarkably stupid.

Edit to add: We also have about 80% of Houston fans (since half their team and coaching staff came from the Pats), and Saints fans. Gatebros for life.

I can't imagine your friend was being honest when he told that story. No one would go through that trouble or be scuzzy enough to do something like that.

Deflategate is so clearly the NFL punishing the Pats for previous and repeated offenses that they knew about but didn't have enough to go after them.

Deflating balls is probably common and treated probably like jaywalking or something. However NFL used it as a chance to finally get the Pats. Like prosecuting Al Capone a known rackateer, murderer for tax evasion.

alternative facts tho

I'm trying to figure out where exactly he lied in that story - Did he call CPS at all? Did he call and they told him to **** off? Was there even a drunk NY'er? Maybe this was something he thought sounded cool in his head and wanted to run it by someone before actually doing it? I really don't know.

The closer the game gets, the more anxious I get. When the Patriots are in the Super Bowl, there's always some wacky **** that happens. When Kearse made that incredible juggling catch along the sideline, I took my frustration out on my remote:



I then started pacing around the room muttering "It's happening again. It's happening again. I can't believe it's happening again." At least, that's what the wife told me I was doing. I have no recollection of any of this.

My wife joined the airport protests this past weekend. She grabbed a couple of pictures of the scene:




The difference between Vegas and some of the other cities with major protests is that Vegas has no direct flights from any of the countries mentioned in the Executive Order. People were still affected, from what I hear. But it wasn't like JFK or LAX.

I grabbed a nice sunset pic the other day:



My wife and I decided to try the Italian American Club for dinner one night:



If you've seen The Sopranos, you've basically been to the Italian American Club. Same people. Same outfits. Same accents. Same hair. Same outrageous cars in the parking lot. I got a slight smack for muttering "Don't say guinea. Don't say guinea. Don't say guinea..." as we were walking in.

I somehow volunteered myself for setting up an impromptu, unofficial meetup this coming Saturday. There's another thread about our chatroom thing, and I'm taking meetup interest there: http://forumserver.twoplustwo.com/10...hands-1635705/

Hopefully I'll have a better update next time. I've avoided the tables since the last time I posted about it here. Partly to save a bit of cash. Partly because I was on such a downswing the mental game really ****ed with me. After that meetup, I'm planning on playing... something. Either cash or a tournament. I think it would be hilarious to get a bunch of 2+2ers to run over one of the **** donkaments in town, but I could be convinced to just play cash instead. Either way, it'll be a juicy weekend with degenerates all over the place.

Cheers.

you're a legend. thanks for updating, even if it's nothing special

Check out that guido park job on that Jag.

Not saying it's okay but that's a $300K Rolls Royce Ghost.

Oh crap that is a rolls. Would be awesome if some old guy in a an oversized Caddy pulls into the handicap spot and swipes this gumba's rolls Royce with a walker or something.

That Rolls was one of about a half-dozen six figure cars in the parking lot, too. There was at least one Bentley, a couple of high-end Jags and Mercedes, a Chrysler Crossfire non-convertible for some reason, and more Cadillacs than I have brain cells. My wife's Hyundai Tucson was really out of place.

Also, what kind of ****ing idiot doesn't take the day off after the Super Bowl?

Brady during halftime.

This kind of reminds me of this time I went to a high end Italian place in Houston called Tony's, for some white truffle pasta.

The crowd there is more the River Oaks oil money type but loaded. I was waiting at valet for my Toyota Corolla, and I asked the valet why he didn't park my car next to the two identical brand new Rolls Royce parked up front. He told me the one guy paid him $100 to park his Rolls up front and the next guy paid him $200 to park his Rolls is in front of the other guy.

I need to get a job parking cars at Tony's. I think took a pic let me see if I can find it.

Not the best but you can sort of make out the 2nd Royce.

Hey Spikey, probably going to order this Norm Macdonald book.

Good reviews and considering you read that Doug Stanhope book might be up your alley. Also it has a lot to with Norm being an unbelievable gambling degen which is a huge plus.

https://www.amazon.com/Based-True-St.../dp/0812993624

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