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03/08/2005: "at least it's not hell..."

Pondering string theory, quantum gravity and the possibility we are all holograms just wasn’t something that was in my grasp on the train this morning. I fell asleep reading The Fabric of the Cosmos, which while soundly terribly dreadful, is actually quite a good book. I’m a sucker for books on theoretical physics and this is one of the best I’ve read.

Go ahead, I’m waiting for the nerd comments on that last line…

After putting the book away, I just nodded out – this is the problem with having an almost endless supply of Law & Order episodes each night. I swear, you can flip from channel to channel and there they all are. You’re eating dinner and watching one at 8 and suddenly it’s 11:30 and there’s still Law & Order on!

Tonight the TV won’t even come on so there’s no chance I accidentally get sucked into watching episode after episode.

So back to the train…after nodding out I am woken up by the chatter of two older Russian women. It’s not that someone having a discussion on the train bothers me (well, it does bother me in the morning), but it was the fact that these women were having a regular conversation in the same decibel range that I would be yelling at someone. Maybe it’s just that it was in a foreign language, but it seemed like they were carrying on a regular conversation, but at such a volume that in English we’d be yelling at one another.

That’s when the MP3 came out too – I wasn’t planning on listening to music this morning, but in order to drown everything out – I stuck in those ear buds, closed my eyes and woke up just in time to hop off the train and get to the office.

It’s morning like this that coffee is very important.

Oh and did I ever say it’s official? We’re going to Vegas the last week of April, but it’s not so much to go to Vegas. We got a discount room at Treasure Island courtesy of my gambling last time and we found cheap airfare so we couldn’t pass it up. The plan is to use Vegas as a base and go and visit and hike/explore areas like Death Valley that aren’t too far away. Of course there will be some Vegas time, but the majority will be out and about the Southwest.

I’m curious how Treasure Island (or TI as it’s known now) will be. It seems like one of hotels on the strip that attract a younger crowd (I define that as ‘not senior citizens’ when it comes to Vegas) and as Moe has continually pointed out, there are lots of hot guys there. They also have some nice restaurants and a nifty nightclub. It’ll be interesting to see how it stacks up to Mandalay Bay and other hotels we’ve stayed at. Simply put, it can’t be worse than our first Vegas experience at Circus Circus, otherwise known as hell.

Today’s worst-case scenario for you survival fans? Consider how to escape if you are trapped in a lion cage with a lion…not that I expect many of us will experience that, but against your instincts, don’t run – lions like to chase things that run and eat them.

So if you can’t run, I guess you’re pretty much screwed – since the survival tips really don’t offer any real suggestions on getting out of the cage…you’re supposed to: watch for signs of attack; find a defensive tool (a water bowl is a suggestion); back away slowly; watch for mock charges; yell; fend off an attack (okay, I’m not sure how a water bowl is going to beat back a lion, but hey – it’s worth a shot I guess); and finally, yell and scream some more so hopefully someone comes and saves you.

We’re going from 50 degrees this morning to 3 to 5 inches of snow tonight – I think the real challenge is to see if you can survive New England weather.

Replies: 3 Comments

The horrible circus design of the entire complex doesn't help it either.

jeff said @ 03/10/2005 02:41 PM EST

Yikes! Is that why it is "hell" - because of piles of kids?

*dread*

Blake said @ 03/09/2005 07:16 PM EST

I made the Circus Circus mistake once upon a time. I almost had a seizure when I walked into the lobby and saw the multitudes of screaming, hyper kids tearing all over the place.

I also found it super depressing when I came back to the hotel around 3 or 4 am and found half-asleep zombie children standing around while their parents blew the remainder of their family savings at craps. Leave your kids at home if you're going to be doing that shit.

Ryan said @ 03/08/2005 05:57 PM EST

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