T Pat
07-16-2006, 08:46 PM
Las Vegas was right on, well worth my time and it was great to be able to put a face with a name and get to know some of the people I’ve been chatting with on this board for the last few years a little better and to solidify some future ventures. My only disappointment was not getting to meet Preacher.
For those of you that have not had the privilege of meeting the board members that were in Las Vegas I’ll give you my impressions.
Greenguy: Greenie struck me as a down to earth man of few words, if he doesn’t have something relevant to say he stays quiet and soaks it all in.
The Bitch: Greenies better half seemed very devoted to him and the kind of life partner we all would want (one that watches your back),
Linkster: I was pleasantly surprised to discover that Linkster is not only a brain he has a sharp sense of humor and enjoys laughter.
Chop Smith: Chops obviously an experienced business man with the tenacity of a pit bull that would never go into a venture with his eyes closed or half cocked, the kind of guy that is going to make any venture he gets into a success.
DocHolly: What a sweetheart there’s nothing fake about this girl, she’s got that mother hen thing going on and she just can’t help but to bust her ass making sure her friends are ok.
Celtic Tiger: (pronounced Keltic Tiger) He’s a sleeper folks, He’s one sharp cookie and was definitely my biggest surprise. I’m damned glade I got to meet him.
Tart: If I could figure out a way to bottle that girls energy I would be a rich man. She’s the type person that you feel like you’ve been best friends with for years minutes after meeting her and she looks mighty fine in a bathing suite.
Kinky: He’s a good looking dude and I’m sure he has no problems getting the pick of the girls, even with that weird tiger spot hair thing going on. Kinky your welcome at my house (we only live a couple hours apart) anytime as long as my daughter isn’t in town.
Useless: The man belongs in a rubber room, when in public he should have a big handler, a short leash and a straight jacket. That said the guys sharp and if he is within ear shot of you I can guarantee your going to be laughing.
My trip home turned into a pain in the ass, I got turned around on the wrong freeway in bumper to bumper stop and go traffic and ended up having to back track for 45 minutes or so just to get back to Vegas, then it took an hour and a half of stop and go traffic (never going faster than 5 miles an hour) to get over Hoover Dam (fucking tourists). Then to add excitement to my ride home I’m trying to make up for lost time and my front left tire blew out doing 90 plus miles an hour, that was thrilling as hell I had that bitch up on two wheels (one of them was flat) for a split second, I don’t know how in the hell I kept from flipping it sure wasn’t skill. While sitting there waiting for my blood pressure to go down a little before changing the tire I had a visual of Useless and Celtic Tiger sending me “I Told You So” e-mails about wearing seat belts and decided that I’m wearing mine for now on. I finale stopped shaking enough to go change the tire and discover that the lug wrench and jack handle are gone. If my wife’s son or son in law had been even close to me I would have caved there fucking skulls in with the jack because I didn’t have a fucking lug wrench to beat them with, one of the two of them had to have borrowed the tools and not bothered to return them. It was 110 degrees and I figure I can get the tire changed with a crescent wrench faster than a tow truck can make it out to where I am so I’m just starting and a couple Arizona Sheriff Deputies pull up and I remember I’ve got three pain pills in my shirt pocket that I forgot to leave in Vegas and I’m thinking what a pain in the ass it’s going to be waiting for them to verify that I have a prescription for them, they never searched me or even asked to see my ID they just asked where I was coming from, where I was going and what they could do to help, bottom line one of them changed my tire for me while I told his partner all about the porn business and my fondness for Tijuana Whores (they were both Hispanic and I would give odds they had both spent time in Tijuana’s Red Zone). They send me on my way with a warning to not drive all the way home on the little donut tire. I stopped at a tire shop in Kingman and they didn’t have air conditioning in the waiting room so I decided not to get a new tire. I hit a couple storm cells that had me white knuckeling it and wishing I had gone ahead and had a new tire put on because the car was all over the road with the wind, rain and that dinky little tire. 15 minutes from home I’m in the middle of a thick forest going over a pass that’s got all kinds of 15 mph hairpin curves, I go around a curve going faster than I should because I’m almost home and a freekin big ass bull is standing in the middle of the road, I slam on the breaks barely kept the car from shooting off the right side of the road and the bull didn’t budge he just drooped his head like he was going to give me some horn action if I got to close. That big ass critter never moved a step when I drove past him.
It sure felt good to finale get home it took 4 hours and twenty minutes to get to Vegas and 8 hours to get home. The reason I skipped searching Preacher out and left Vegas when I did was so that I could go to the cable company and get a new modem before they closed for the weekend, that didn’t happen. We had pork chops, string beans, mashed potatoes and gravy for dinner and I was sound asleep by ten.
Living in a small town has some advantages, I went down to Safeway to pick up flour and pepsi and spotted the cable installers truck, waited for him and told him my fucking modem wasn’t working and he gave me one and said he would stop by tomorrow to pick up the old one. Damn it feels good to be connected again.:D
For those of you that have not had the privilege of meeting the board members that were in Las Vegas I’ll give you my impressions.
Greenguy: Greenie struck me as a down to earth man of few words, if he doesn’t have something relevant to say he stays quiet and soaks it all in.
The Bitch: Greenies better half seemed very devoted to him and the kind of life partner we all would want (one that watches your back),
Linkster: I was pleasantly surprised to discover that Linkster is not only a brain he has a sharp sense of humor and enjoys laughter.
Chop Smith: Chops obviously an experienced business man with the tenacity of a pit bull that would never go into a venture with his eyes closed or half cocked, the kind of guy that is going to make any venture he gets into a success.
DocHolly: What a sweetheart there’s nothing fake about this girl, she’s got that mother hen thing going on and she just can’t help but to bust her ass making sure her friends are ok.
Celtic Tiger: (pronounced Keltic Tiger) He’s a sleeper folks, He’s one sharp cookie and was definitely my biggest surprise. I’m damned glade I got to meet him.
Tart: If I could figure out a way to bottle that girls energy I would be a rich man. She’s the type person that you feel like you’ve been best friends with for years minutes after meeting her and she looks mighty fine in a bathing suite.
Kinky: He’s a good looking dude and I’m sure he has no problems getting the pick of the girls, even with that weird tiger spot hair thing going on. Kinky your welcome at my house (we only live a couple hours apart) anytime as long as my daughter isn’t in town.
Useless: The man belongs in a rubber room, when in public he should have a big handler, a short leash and a straight jacket. That said the guys sharp and if he is within ear shot of you I can guarantee your going to be laughing.
My trip home turned into a pain in the ass, I got turned around on the wrong freeway in bumper to bumper stop and go traffic and ended up having to back track for 45 minutes or so just to get back to Vegas, then it took an hour and a half of stop and go traffic (never going faster than 5 miles an hour) to get over Hoover Dam (fucking tourists). Then to add excitement to my ride home I’m trying to make up for lost time and my front left tire blew out doing 90 plus miles an hour, that was thrilling as hell I had that bitch up on two wheels (one of them was flat) for a split second, I don’t know how in the hell I kept from flipping it sure wasn’t skill. While sitting there waiting for my blood pressure to go down a little before changing the tire I had a visual of Useless and Celtic Tiger sending me “I Told You So” e-mails about wearing seat belts and decided that I’m wearing mine for now on. I finale stopped shaking enough to go change the tire and discover that the lug wrench and jack handle are gone. If my wife’s son or son in law had been even close to me I would have caved there fucking skulls in with the jack because I didn’t have a fucking lug wrench to beat them with, one of the two of them had to have borrowed the tools and not bothered to return them. It was 110 degrees and I figure I can get the tire changed with a crescent wrench faster than a tow truck can make it out to where I am so I’m just starting and a couple Arizona Sheriff Deputies pull up and I remember I’ve got three pain pills in my shirt pocket that I forgot to leave in Vegas and I’m thinking what a pain in the ass it’s going to be waiting for them to verify that I have a prescription for them, they never searched me or even asked to see my ID they just asked where I was coming from, where I was going and what they could do to help, bottom line one of them changed my tire for me while I told his partner all about the porn business and my fondness for Tijuana Whores (they were both Hispanic and I would give odds they had both spent time in Tijuana’s Red Zone). They send me on my way with a warning to not drive all the way home on the little donut tire. I stopped at a tire shop in Kingman and they didn’t have air conditioning in the waiting room so I decided not to get a new tire. I hit a couple storm cells that had me white knuckeling it and wishing I had gone ahead and had a new tire put on because the car was all over the road with the wind, rain and that dinky little tire. 15 minutes from home I’m in the middle of a thick forest going over a pass that’s got all kinds of 15 mph hairpin curves, I go around a curve going faster than I should because I’m almost home and a freekin big ass bull is standing in the middle of the road, I slam on the breaks barely kept the car from shooting off the right side of the road and the bull didn’t budge he just drooped his head like he was going to give me some horn action if I got to close. That big ass critter never moved a step when I drove past him.
It sure felt good to finale get home it took 4 hours and twenty minutes to get to Vegas and 8 hours to get home. The reason I skipped searching Preacher out and left Vegas when I did was so that I could go to the cable company and get a new modem before they closed for the weekend, that didn’t happen. We had pork chops, string beans, mashed potatoes and gravy for dinner and I was sound asleep by ten.
Living in a small town has some advantages, I went down to Safeway to pick up flour and pepsi and spotted the cable installers truck, waited for him and told him my fucking modem wasn’t working and he gave me one and said he would stop by tomorrow to pick up the old one. Damn it feels good to be connected again.:D