When all of one’s earthly desires are fulfilled,  one runs the risk of becoming complacent.

I’m with Trixie. In Las Vegas. I am the ONE mentioned in the first line.

Since my plan is to write a book about my adventures on this trip and I am using this blog as chronological notes of the expedition, complacency is my enemy. A few notes.

On my way into town I stopped at Hoover Goddammit (editor’s note: my phone keeps correcting “DAM” to “GODDAMMIT” and I am tired of fighting it. It has taught me something about my linguistic habits, though) to have the EM-50 Phantom Rambler searched for explosives.

Guards stuck their heads in, then quickly jerked their heads back out with the eyes watering and their faces scrunched. I think it was the earthy aroma. They have gone soft. They can’t handle that much manliness.

The Hoover Goddammit is HUGE! Unless I had a nuke on board, I’m not sure how much damage I could do. (pic related)

Trixie had to work during this trip, so I ran off to Red Rock Canyon with her (and my) friend, Michelle Slack. I didn’t think to take any pics.

Hmm, let’s see…what else? Trixie groped me in her sleep. It’s not really news. We have been married a long time.

But she was drunk and half asleep and did it to the tune of that old camp song.

She crooned/slurred:

“Found a pee-NUS,

Found a pee-NUS,

Found a pee-NUS just now!

Just now I found a pee-NUS…”

That was kind of funny.

Time is running short. I must plan the next leg of my adventure. Stay tuned.