- There are more bugs in Utah than in California, Nevada, and Arizona combined. There is no other explanation for why my windshield got so messed up at the end of my trip.
- It is not fun waking up at 4:30 a.m. and having it already be 94 degrees out.
- I have absolutely no luck. It’s a good thing I’m fairly disciplined about how much I’m willing to spend in Vegas.
- It’s pretty cool that one of my two-year-old niece’s favorite stores is Cabela’s–World’s Foremost Outfitter.
- A 28th floor room with great views of Las Vegas is pretty nice, until you realize the room is in the flight path of the Vegas Helicopter Tour.
- The clouds are amazing this time of year.
There was a cab driver juggling in Vegas while I was there this week. In trying to describe what I’d seen in Vegas to my mom I found I didn’t know the word for “juggle” in Spanish. Rather than consult a dictionary, I asked my sister if she knew the Spanish word for “juggle.” She guessed a guess that embarrasses me even now, days after its initial use. For future reference to anyone who might be inspired to guess– “juglar” is not the Spanish word for juggling. It seems there is no single word. Dictionaries seem to use “trucos” or “juegos malabares.”
Just don’t use “juglar.” It’s enough to make me embarrassada.
When I was one, my mother and father took a road trip from L.A. to New York City. My dad decided that a new car was occasion enough for a road trip, even if he’d been cheap and failed to get air conditioning installed. In the middle of August, my then-pregnant-with-my-sister mom thought it was a horrible idea. She never forgave him for it.
How does this relate to me? I’ve recently gotten a new car, with air conditioning. Not two days after I got it, my mother requested a road trip. “Sabes, nunca he ido en un viaje en carro con air acondicionado.”
Sure, she travels by bus and plane and (sometimes) train, but she’s never been on a real road trip. Never one to leave my mom desiring anything, I agreed. That means Telma and Eloisa are off to Vegas and points east. Wish us luck.
I am watching the lame show “Scott Baio is 45 and Single” and I have to admit that I still know the lyrics to the theme song of “Joanie Loves Chachi.”
Anyone else care to share an embarrassing fact?
My mom’s been talking to me about the Chinese-Mexican guy who claims the Mexican government made him hold $207 million in cash and I haven’t paid attention. This quote in today’s story on the guy made me pay a little more attention.
Beginning March 29, the U.S. bills were shipped to New York to be recounted and checked for counterfeits.
It took three trips to haul the cash, officials said. Mexico’s attorney general said authorities paid Bank of America $1.4 million to count and authenticate the money. After counting the cash five times, bank officials discovered an additional $960,000, bringing the new total to $207 million. Representatives of the Bank of America declined to comment.
Five times? And they missed how much?
For those who still refuse to believe the queue to get a passport in the U.S. is out of control, check out today’s NY Times. Advertising for the Stratford Festival of Canada (yes, a pretty cool Shakespeare festival), includes the following announcement, “No passports are required if you are driving!”