Comments on: Vegas Vacation

By: Sisko

Sisko — Wed, 28 Apr 2004 19:51:30 +0000

You know how your legs go numb from sitting on a toilet that is too low, for too long. I had that same feeling after reading this “War and Peace-like” depiction of your vegas trip. Brevity my child–

By: Babler

Babler — Sat, 24 Apr 2004 22:27:28 +0000

I just thought I would post that last comment twice to show my complete and utter inability to communicate in the digital world. That and I think I have been banned from every site I’ve ever tried to post anything on LONG before I was allowed to submit a second posting. As I have done nothing but insult people on this site, I will be expecting lifetime bannishment and a whitewashing of my accusations momentarily. (Much like my understandably being barred from the “lyricists lounge” site of the same creator). I really should stop talking on sites that people’s parents look at, but hey, there’s a reason I signed in as Babler.

By: Babler

Babler — Sat, 24 Apr 2004 22:13:09 +0000

Doc, are you developing a gambling problem? Lately you seem to lose cash quicker than fat man loses liquid in a sauna. Eating tree bark for a buck may be a cry for help, you may want to ask Megan about it. Speaking as the guy who came in next-to-last at the horseraces with you, I just want you to know that if you need help with your savings, I’m always here to take your money for (from) you. Also, if you continue to gamble as frugally as you purchase modes of transportation and insist on losing your shirt every time you plop down a Benjamin, you may want to consider an excersize regimine that includes more than creating websites and pinballing (see earlier sauna statement). Alright, I’m done ripping on you, I haven’t seen any of the debaucherous cohorts of that evening in so long I might actually feel bad tearing their egos from their sleeves. Just call me a soft-hearted bitter old man. :)

By: cheryl ring

cheryl ring — Mon, 12 Apr 2004 16:59:36 +0000

Matt, this is the funniest column you’ve written. Now I know, as Paul Harvey would say, “the rest of the story.” You’re grounded, mister!

By: solo

solo — Fri, 09 Apr 2004 03:31:08 +0000

it’s nice to know my own trip to vegas wasn’t quite as crazy. only a 17 hour drive, 3 day drinking binge, and my friend losing every dime he had only to have me pay for the rest of the trip back, oh yeah, 17 hours again. now try making that trip hung over, even if there isn’t daylight savings. needless to say it was crazy. i laughed reading about the trip having known everyone in the story. sounds fun, maybe next time i can make it. the only thing that sticks out though is, “i’ve eaten ass-loads of wood before.”

By: Bailes

Bailes — Wed, 07 Apr 2004 19:33:08 +0000

Ah yes, the Vegas trip, such a blur it was indeed. The three things that I remember most are Dave losing very large sums of money at a time, the all day geek pass and trying to get on at 2 in the morning when it would have actually been really fun, and sitting at the pai-gow table for hours on end and feeling good from free drinks. What a great trip!

By: MR

MR — Wed, 07 Apr 2004 17:05:48 +0000

Apparently my father thinks that Las Vegas is in a foreign country. We all know that achieving “Ugly American” status can only be accomplished on foreign soil. While on American soil, one is merely a “Jackass.”

By: KEN

KEN — Wed, 07 Apr 2004 17:01:19 +0000

HAVE YOU HEARD OF THE EXPRESSION “UGLY AMERICAN” ?
DAD

By: Krusty

Krusty — Wed, 07 Apr 2004 16:53:18 +0000

Hey thanks DA I had completely forgotten about “ding ding” now that you have resurrected that memory, it’s on if you show up in my neck of the woods. And let me add seems like at some point in that trip I was lost in the New York casino looking for a bar and some lost comrades. Was that with you guys or one of my many other vegas trips?

By: DA

DA — Wed, 07 Apr 2004 02:42:12 +0000

I know I’ll never forget the night we all decided to pile into a limo and cruise the strip. Being my first time in Vegas, you all expected that I would be filled with awe as we passed the Eiffel Tower, gazed upon the great Pyramid, and watched the sinking of a merciless pirate ship. Instead, after each hokey building passed I would yawn, compare it to the real thing, and say that I thought it was utter crap. In about five seconds, everyone came to resent my out and out snobbery but Matt, being the strict disciplinarian that he is, quickly came up with a solution.

He called it the “Ding! Ding!” game, but it was really an outlet for the beginnings of “dealbreakeritis.” The rules of Ding! Ding! are simple; after you say “Ding ding!” you are free to punch anyone in the vicinity as hard as you possibly can, but most likely the target is me. Like I said, the rules are straightforward, it’s the logic behind the game that is complex.

Apparently, as Matt later explained, the Earth is surrounded by the ropes of a giant boxing ring. We are all boxers in this ring. And we are all, in addition to being boxers, the officials who can announce the beginning of a new round of fighting by saying “Ding ding.” Oh yeah, and rounds only last one punch. Confused? So was I, which is why I was pummelled to a bloody pulp that night as we drove past an animatronic pirate who was taming an animatronic white tiger. Such great friends… Seriously, I would like to take a moment to thank these guys for keeping me in line that night and letting me know when I’m really being a screw-up. Lesser friends would’ve held their punches back a little, knowing that I’m not really a fighter… but not these friends. They hit me in the arm, the stomach, and even once in the head. That is friendship.

More to come…