Vegas Hotel – Thoughts from September 14 and 15, 2022

September 14, 2022

Patti is in the middle of trying to watch TV with no power. It’s 10:40 pm, and the power has been out since about 9:00 pm. This is a planned outage, so it hopefully won’t be out until the estimated 5:00 AM time. I showed Patti how to tether her phone with a hot spot and watch things on her tablet. Earlier, I got a text from her, saying, “got that hot sot going”. I taught her how to use her phone as a hot spot, but can’t do anything about her bad texting. She’s not quite a nerd, but she’s closer.

I get off work at 12:10 am so I will find out if the power is back on at about 1:20 am. Power outages in the past have not lasted as long as they estimated so the power might be on. If it’s not, I’ll just have to use my phone flashlight to get into the house. I’m sure my entrance will freak the cats out. As I get closer to my house, I’ll probably be able to tell whether the area has power yet.

In other news, I’m going to start a campaign for men that says, “Toilet seats are not for sitting – they are for sh*tting.” Too many times, I see the feet of men just sitting on the toilet. If nothing is happening, get off the seat and try again later. Don’t just sit on the seat waiting for things to happen. If this is how you always poop, there is something seriously wrong with your bowels. My pooping is quick. I spend more time wiping my butt than pooping. If it’s my vegan diet allowing me to do this, that’s yet another reason to start eating a vegan diet.

September 15, 2022

Today, Patti and I have the same number in one digit in our two-digit ages because she turned it up by one today. In case you don’t speak Brian, it’s her birthday! We’re going to Vegas for about six days and staying in a hotel where every room is a suite every day but one. On one of the middle days, we have to stay at a hotel shaped like a pyramid. The next day, we move back to the suites. This is to avoid paying $600 for one night (Tuesday). I’m sure when we get there we might find out what’s going on Tuesday, but for now, it’s just weird.

I like everything in Vegas but the people. The people that disturb me the most are groups of friends who go to Vegas together. Everyone in the group cranks up their personality to prove they can go crazier than everyone else in the group. They do this despite knowing they will forget the entire trip and pretend they don’t have control over their actions. If you remove the booze from their friendships, they will find they have nothing in common. Patti and I try to avoid those groups when we see them.

I was just thinking about the people who only have friend groups and no genuine relationships. There are some groups who only have young men in them. Just like people who don’t have any female siblings, these groups become toxically male, violent, and sexist. The more men they have in the group, the worse their behavior becomes. I am not immune from becoming more violent myself when these groups are around me. They piss me off because of their behavior and I’m sure I piss them off because I’m not in their group, so screw me.

We have someone looking after the cats while we’re gone. I know I’m not supposed to complain about someone doing us a favor, but I’m always surprised at the weird things she does. Honestly, it’s not her fault. I told Patti I wanted to tell her exactly what to do and what not to do this time. I’m always prepared to explain what to do in each room, but Patti just gives her the key and I never get to actually show her where things are and what to do. Patti doesn’t actually do most of the work for the cats, so she can’t explain anything but how to serve sups. “Sups” is what Patti calls the cats last meal of the day.

I was talking to someone the other day about vacations. I find vacations fun, but I find being at home more so. There is a lack of other people at my house and a lack of our cats when we’re on vacation. I’m hoping to write more of my Thought papers throughout the vacation. If we encounter groups of A-holes, I can at least make fun of them in my writings. Our vacations will become more and more fun and I won’t want to come home ever again. Okay, Brian, let’s not push it. The cats might read this and get scared.