Iâ€™m out of here today for a long weekend in Vegas, so there will be no new posts until Tuesday.
I know what youâ€™re thinking, by the way, and youâ€™re wrong. Youâ€™re thinking, â€œDamn that lucky Kurt, partying the weekend away in the modern day Sodom and Gomorrah!â€ Thatâ€™s because you think of Vegas like I used to think of Vegas â€” the place with the running tap of Jack and cokes, blackjack or hold â€˜em at 3 a.m., and maybe even a little time spent at the OG.
Now, Vegas is where my in-laws live. Vegas is now the place I go to listen to my wifeâ€™s parents tell me what a great choice I made, where I sit on the couch and try to watch television to avoid talking to people, and where I end up sitting next to the crazy uncle at dinner talking about how those planes keep spraying us.
Once you have in-laws in Vegas it sucks the fun right out of the city, even torturing you because you know how close the fun is but you canâ€™t get there. In-laws turn Vegas into Bakersfield.