Edward's Law

I need to take a little break in between tax returns, so I figured I would give a little update on our quick trip to Vegas. For the longest time I thought that Murphy's Law was, "If there is a butt crack, your underpants will find it." Recently I discovered that Murphy's Law is actually, "Anything that can go wrong will go wrong." But what about a less serious version of that law? Is there a law that states, "Almost anything that can go somewhat wrong will go somewhat wrong"? In my very limited research(a.k.a. none) I could find no such law. So I am enacting a new law and calling it Edward's Law. Edward is the first name of the engineer that Murphy's Law is alledgedly named after. First names aren't as serious as last names(unless used in a combination with the middle name). So, I figure a less serious version of Murphy's Law would be Edward's Law. Am I still talking about Edward's Law?

Back to our Vegas trip. We went up to go visit family on Saturday and Sunday. Let me preface this by stating that I enjoyed seeing extended family and was happy to be there. However, Edward's Law was in full effect. On Saturday morning I had to work doing an inventory observation(which is as exciting as taming a lion in Bizarro World). I was hoping to be home by noon and meeting up with my folks by around noon thirty. In a sign of how the trip was going to go down, I arrived at the house around 1. By the time we left my parent's house I think it was around 2. Mike was our designated driver. Luckily for us we left just in time for this: It really helped with our goal of traveling 1 mile in 1 hour. This gave Bodie a chance to practice his car seat yoga.

He then got emotional when I told him to trying throwing a ball or something.
There were a few interesting vehicles around us during our slow crawl. This one was pretty note worthy. Because when I think of a Sheriff vehicle, the first thing that comes to mind is flames painted on it.
We were never actually forced off of the freeway, so we got to see the cause of the freeway shutdown.
And I thought my hatred for Carl's Jr. couldn't increase. So, we finally make it to Vegas and the kids are wanting to get some food. We pulled into a McDonald's. I went inside and looked at the menu in confusion. They were missing half of the items. Surely they would have the McChicken. After all, it is a McDonald's staple. I really wanted to try a new sandwich combination of puting a McChicken patty in the middle of a double cheeseburger and smothering it in sweet an sour sauce. What's that you say lady behind the register? You only have a hot and spicy McChicken? How could this be? In my confusion I decided to order it anyway. I also forgot to ask for no onions on the burger. So heartburn and I were best buddies later that night. At least they had Happy Meals for the kids. After eating we decided to take a drive down the strip. Check out this picture.
Can you tell what that is? Perhaps if there were lights it would be clearer? That's strange. You would think that the strip would be lit up. We started to notice that a lot of lights were out on the casinos as well. We wondered what was going on, but didn't find out until later that it was apparently Earth Hour. Of all the times we could be driving down the strip, we happen to make it during the one hour of the year that the lights are going to be out. And another thing, shouldn't the strip be exempt from turning off their lights? It's like asking Ponch not to be awesome for an hour. It's just not right. I would go on a granola insulting rant right now, but I am a bit tired. We arrived at our hotel just in time for me to get out of the car and witness some kid ralph over and over again on the sidewalk. When we got up to our room it turned out to be a capper's room, which I guess is more of an Edward's Law for my mom.
The room was actually very nice and spacious. We had two beds and were able to fit a pack and play and two air beds on the floor too. After getting settled in Mike and I decided to go hit the town. My "limit" in Vegas is usually between 5 and 10 bucks, which is plenty for playing my high stakes nickle and quarter games. I was playing video poker and thought I was getting the hang of it. Mike was sitting next to me when a royal flush was dealt on my screen. I felt pretty good about the 5 bucks I was going to win and pressed what I thought was the cash out button. To my dismay the cards on the screen changed and I won no money. I had pushed the button to deal me new cards. It didn't turn out to be a big deal when I won 50 bucks a little while later.

Mike was so excited about my winnings that he suggested we go to The Library to celebrate. When we got there things quickly got out of hand. The place was packed and Mike decided to "make it rain". Unfortunately he only had rolls of nickles. He decided to go for it anyway. There were nickles flying all over the place. Hitting people in their eyes, making the librarians fall and causing a huge brawl to erupt. After that, there was about an hour of time that is completely dark in my mind. When I woke up, Mike was introducing me to my new bride, Loshanda.(O.K. maybe I made this paragraph up, although it would make for a good story).

Back at our room everyone was asleep. Before we had left, they made it a point to crank up the air conditioner. For those of you who don't know, I like it hot. It was freezing in the room. I was sure there would be a blanket that I could use to stay warm. Nope. All the air conditioner loving people ended up hogging all the blankets. I was left to use some sort of hotel tapestry left on the bed. Here I am reenacting my night of sleep.
Sunday went well. We made it to church in time and got to spend some quality time with extended family. Plus I was fed well. And I got to see my pick to win the Final Four defeat Louisville. Before we knew it, we were on the road home. We did come upon another backup on the freeway, but it wasn't as bad as the Carl's Jr. Catastrophe. I found this sign to be interesting:
If the main selling point for people visiting your town is the ability to urinate, maybe you should fire your marketing agency. Although, I wouldn't mind having that sign for our bathroom door.
Mater passed us up along the way, and there was a street named after me. I felt honored.


That pretty much sums up the trip. Maybe we could make another trip this weekend? Gotta get back to work.