Update from the road: Vegas, Baby!

Unfortunately for you Mr/Mrs. Reader, we still haven't quite figured out how to upload/share photos from the road, so you'll have to wait a bit to see beautiful pictures from last night's destination – the International UFO Museum & Research Center, where we met some interesting people…..that is, if 'interesting' equals 'creepy.'

(Question: at what point in someone's life journey do they say 'I want to be the Librarian at the UFO Musuem & Research Center'? Answer: someone not overly concerned about being asked to their high school prom.)

Regardless, another rest stop, another snapshot of the trip – Day 1, Part 2…..

"Vegas Baby"

I wouldn't say the people at the Mirage were extremely interested in our story about the company journey. Well, not until Tommy busted out his guitar in the lobby and started singing about it. Then they (security) were definitely interested. Frightened, but interested, nonetheless.

Once we settled in, we headed off to what's best described as a 'not cheap yet incredibly delicious dinner' – luckily, Davie Brown had just given us some great HP products, so we quickly sold all that and had money for both dinner and gambling. Don't tell Davie Brown.

I'm kidding. We kept the HP stuff. But we had to sell our driver Cara. I really believe that old man with the mullet when he said he'd take great care of her. Plus, we really needed those 12 dollars.

After spreading the gospel of TMA in a crowded hip-hop club (where we ran into Simon Temperley- though we couldn't talk to him since he was in a roped off section called 'valued customers'), we engaged in a fairly healthy dosage of blackjack.

This is when we noticed some sub-par service (see below), something TMA would NEVER allow. I think Tommy learned a good lesson about managing ambition and being accountable for decisions, because when we called for a bus-boy in the morning, it was Tommy that came to our door in a tight outfit. Something about needing to make a few bucks before we left the hotel. That's accountability my friends.

And that's the way TMA's Little Urban Achievers roll. Write that down.

Other than that, nothing too exciting. Oh, except Liz died. But I'm pretty certain she would've wanted us to continue on, so let's not get all mushy and make a big deal of it.

Ok, about to lose connection – a recap of Days 2 & 3 ("The Dam, the Canyon and the Aliens") to follow shortly...

Quote of the day: Matt Mayer, upon sweaty return from a Vegas club: "I'm not gonna lie guys, I just laid down some pretty sick moves out there." Righteous.

Sub-par Service Examples (referred to above):

Liz lost a blackjack hand and proceeded to jump on the table, stomping her feet and pouting like a child. They told her that was unacceptable and to step down. I told them they needed to work on their client service. Stomp on, Lizzy.

Tommy's consistent attempts to get dealers to make out with him were thwarted when one of them vomited on the table. I found that pretty rude.

The waitress kept giving me weird looks when ordering the "Snogle Special" of black coffee and Bud Light between 4 and 10 a.m. (my loyalty to our beer brand takes NO time off). I was like, "Hey, waitress lady, let's seize the condescending facial expressions and leave the judging to someone else."

She said it was just cuz she's a Miller Lite person. I said ok. Then shot her immediately. Problem solved.