Damn you Britney Spears and your Circus album.

Sunday February 15
9am : Wake up
10am : hit coffee shop for morning fix and internet
2pm : Sushi
5pm : festival show
7pm : festival show (final performance)
8:50pm : win an MVP award
9pm : festival after party (dancing, drinking, debauchery)
Monday February 16
3:30am : back to hotel to finish packing
4:00am : jump in the cab to the airport
6:30am : board plane to Los Angeles
9:15am : arrive in Los Angeles and transfer planes which includes having to go to another terminal and back through security
11:15am : scheduled departure
11:30am : slight delay
12:00pm : sorry folks, just a little longer
12:30pm : promise, not much longer at all.
12:50pm : well, maybe a few more minutes. But then we’re taking off
1:15pm : actual departure
2:15pm : arrive in Las Vegas (2 hours late) with barely enough time to get to next flight…
2:16pm : decide to leave baggage behind and haul ass to next leg of trip
2:20pm : get in touch with Northwest Las Vegas and have bags expedited to Atlanta independent of us. This could end poorly.
2:30pm : board plane to Atlanta
9:45pm : land in Atlanta
9:50pm : go to Northwest baggage office and check in – no record of bags. They might be in Detroit.
10:30pm : I really should eat something.
1:00am : Jet lag makes it impossible to sleep.
2:30am : After being awake for about 40 hours… i get to sleep.
Tuesday February 17
9:00am : off to work
11:00am : Our bags have arrived!

Tonight is the last night in Vancouver before catching a 6:30am flight that begins the long trek home. 3 flights and 12 hours later I arrive in Atlanta at 9:45pm.
Spending the day internetting and caffeinating… the coffee gal was trying to place how she knew me and realized she had seen both of my shows last night.
“I don’t remember the moustache. I just remember the nice hair.”

Thank you stranger.

On the ride from the strip to the airport, Matt and I lucked upon a 5 dollar shuttle. the driver and co-pilot were characters. The driver seemed either ridiculously high strung or geeked out on amphetamines. Being Las Vegas I choose to believe the latter. His co-pilot was a thick accented dolt from philly. Upon boarding, the dolt shared his history with saudis and brits and used the phrase “that’s where they hung the monkey” at some point. I was late on capturing any of it on phone video, but this little snippet we found equally hilarious.

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This week is an improv festival tournament in Vancouver. Myself and Matt are the Atlanta contingent in it. And it just so happened that the cheapest route to Vancouver after all was said and done was through Vegas. So why not stop off for a day.

After arriving and eating a 20 dollar tuna sandwich, we hit the strip. Starting at Mandalay Bay, we made our way through Luxor, Excalibur, New York New York, MGM Grand, and Planet Hollywood (no affiliation with the cheese dick restaurant; it’s independently cheese dicky on its own).
In these hard times none is more affected than the gaudy glitz of the Las Vegas Strip. With hotel attendance way down we decided to haggle our way into a room at The Excalibur.

After all was said and done (a lot earlier for me) we both wound up losing a bit of money but at least in the process I managed to win a 160 dollar pot. Mmmm….Full house….
I still don’t like Vegas and can’t imagine spending more than a day there.

Like hearing an overweight woman mention while waiting for the elevator that if she knew it was gonna be this cold out she would have worn underwear.

Even typing that made me throw up a little in my mouth.