Day one: Dropped my furry ship-mates Duke and Hildy at their boarding kennel. I hate to leave them for such a long spell, but I've no choice. They like it there, and don't try to bite me when I pick them up after their stay. I left port around 0945, and after an uneventful trip, arrived in Las Vegas shortly after 1630. I checked into the dump that is the Sahara hotel's old tower. "Good enough for the girls I go with", as Papa Freeman used to say. All I needed was a place for me and Chuck to lay our heads down after a night of pillaging, it'll do. As I surveyed the room to address security issues, I noticed the "art" hanging above the headboards of each bed. One was a non-descript mosque. I imagined it on fire. The other depicted the ka'ba (for those of you un-cultured skallywags, it's the big, black lego block in Mecca the moose limbs pilgrimate to and whirl around it a bit). I imagined the whole lot flattened and shining like a glass parking lot. I took off one of the pillowcases and hung it over the print. Better.
Charles arrrrrived a short time later, and we arranged with the valets to park our bikes in the more "secure" valet lot (more on that later). Later that evening, we fired up the bikes and headed to PTs to meet and greet with fellow Lightfighters over food and beers. Was good to see some old faces, and meet some new ones. There ended up being about 30 or so of us, and it wasn't long till it was just the Lightfighter Crew on deck. Chuck and I didn't get too deep into the grog, as we were on our bikes, and riding drunk ain't smart. We went back to the Sahara and bought a $20 pint of Jim Beam, some bottled water, and chilled out in the room before racking out. The next day was SHOT Show time!
This topic will grow and evolve as I recap the rest of the story over the next few days.
To be Continued, stay tuned.......
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