Off her meds - again

Mother Nature must have been off her meds again this weekend. Winds picked up on Thursday and brought in a cold front. It was a bit cool for the Pepper concert at Hard Rock's pool. Saturday, the temps barely reached 80. There were scattered showers all day. It just rained a couple weeks ago, wtf? It's not winter, it's not monsoon season. We're not supposed to have rain. Yesterday, was a lovely spring day. Trouble is we are one week away from summer. This weather has been so bizarre. Thanks El Nino.

Friday, we had free tickets to Pepper courtesy of SpyOnVegas. Those with free tickets had to wait in a line that snaked from the back of the casino near the Joint and box office, and ended at the pool entrance near the parking garage. Once the line started moving it wasn't too bad. It only took 30 minutes or so. Wouldn't have been bad, but it was the most I had walked and stood since I hurt my ankle. My toes felt like fat sausages, I had to rest and elevate my foot before the swelling worsened and I felt like I had overcooked sausages for toes. That "about to burst" feeling is quite uncomfortable. We found a an unoccupied bed off to the side. We took it as ours. I thought we might have to purchase drinks (from the Rehab menu) to stay, but a waitress never came around. We sent Mike off to get us beers. Two 16oz Budlights (blech) were $20. Insanity. We were so spoiled by the Dirty Heads show - the differences were unreal.

I was totally over-dressed in jeans and tee. It was never more apparent than when I went to the restroom. Which only had 5 stalls and had a 15-minute wait before Pepper even took the stage, by the way. The girls primping in the bathroom were all Snookie look-alikes... big girls - half naked in the least flattering pieces of cloth I've seen in a long while. Short and tight seemed to be the theme of the night. However, just a PSA - one size does not fit all. If your backside looks like two pigs fighting under a blanket you should probably re-think your outfit. Then, again, what do I know? I wore jeans and a tee.

The show could have been better. I couldn't deal with the crowd with my ankle so I limited where we could sit. The wind was ridiculous and it interfered with the show, the sound was shitty. Not to mention the disruption from the constant stream of airplanes overhead. $9 beers made it impossible to look past the flaws. After Pepper played the songs we wanted to hear, we bailed. It was a good thing, too, because there was already a line to get out of the garage.

We capped off the night at the new Yard House at Red Rock. The place was hopping, there was a 30-minute wait a 11:00. Think they underestimated the market? We ordered beers and shared wings: jerk & firecracker (per the suggestion of our waitress). They were the first menu items I haven't cared for. Mike didn't like them, either. Frank was left to have himself a wing feast.

Saturday was a fairly lazy day. It was cool and rainy. I took advantage of it and laid in the hammock in the sunroom. Between the sounds of the waterfall, breezes and scattered storms it sort of felt like Mexico. At least, that's what I was imagining as I dozed off. I did manage to clean house and shop at Smith's, but those two activites took me 3x as long as normal. Plus, they wiped me out. I relaxed until we caught the 9:00 showing of Get Him to the Greek at Rave. We had the opportunity to catch the movie premiere at Planet Hollywood, but we passed it up. Our mistake. The movie was hilarious. I liked it far more than I ever imagined. It was the funniest thing since The Hangover and it might even be funnier.

Sunday we went out to my mom's. Frank wanted to take advantage of the cool weather by tackling the landscaping. He cut down all the dead pines with the chain saw and pulled several stumps. The yard is really looking nice. Once the new growth fills in, and all the piles of dead trees are cleaned up, it will really come together beautifully. All his hard work is evident.