Tonight + Tomorrow Are Going to Blow My Mind

…and possibly my liver, too.

First off, HAPPY BIRTHDAY NICOLE!!! My favorite, Nicole turns another year older today and as she starts her drive out to Las Vegas from LA I have a little bit of time to write this up (a little bit of time = 4 hours).  So enjoy these Nicole Burron facts:

• Nicole is one of the best friends I’ve ever had
• Nicole is without a doubt the hottest person I know
• She has a seahorse tattoo.  It’s adorable but chances are you’ll never see it.
• Nicole is not a flake.  If she says she’ll be there, she’ll be there.
• She and I met at the beach and then got some dinner.
• On that night some sand got in the shifting column of her Nissan 350Z.
• For as long as she owned that car, there was always a little sand in there to remind us of the beginning.
• She has an adorable dog named Angel.
• Every guy who has ever passed her up or wronged her is TOTALLY PISSED AT THEMSELVES!
• She writes the best songs that use less that 3 chords.
• Her sex dreams inspire amazing lyrics about lights and air.
• She looks like Adriana Lima with Jolie’s lips, only she’s much, much more attractive.
• She is my muse.

So because I love my beautiful, loyal friend so much I am taking her out to LAVO tonight at the Palazzo.  Joining us will be my distant (maybe even my 2nd or 3rd) cousin Alisha, her boyfriend, my awesome friend Aaron and maybe I’ll even talk Anita and Brit into going.  It’s going to be wild, no doubt, as all of my past experiences at LAVO were nights for the books. So here’s to getting really, really drunk, crashing, *hopefully not getting a hangover and then having another crazy night tomorrow because…

Wednesday night is the night to grab your bikes, beers, lights and pull an all-nighter.

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This Wednesday night we will be riding from Nu Vision (in Summerlin’s Trails) to Red Rock (the geographic location, not the hotel & casino).  From there we hike up to a prime location for stargazing, because it’s the middle of August and you know what that means!  What?  You say you don’t know?  It’s the Perseid meteor showers, kiddo!  Climb your roof or favorite tree and tilt your head up to about 90 degrees.  What you see will make you believe in beautiful things.  If you’re in the Las Vegas area, come out and meet up with us.  You don’t have to ride a bike.  We will be check pointing at the Chevron on Charleston at about 10:30pm.  Make sure you take a cat nap beforehand because chances are this is going to turn into an all night/early morning event.  We will also be getting our drink & party on here as well.  If you do go and have a good time (yay!) please make sure to clean up your mess. We will be having this event at one of the most naturally beautiful spots in LV, and everybody would like to keep it that way.

So this is like a weekend in the middle of the week for me… and I’m pretty stoked.

And you know when I see all those meteors I’ll be wishing on them like shooting stars…and I’ll be wishing for you.

Las Vegas

Today is Monday February 25th, 2008. I feel like I am at the threshold of something completely new. I have spent a long chunk of the current past complaining about Las Vegas and how hard it is to find decent people that are into the same things as me. I thought I’d die if I didn’t find somebody who knew who Pedro the Lion or M83 was, but then came lvfixed.com. It’s insane how some metal and wheels can bring together some really cool folks. I’m excited about the new people I’ve been meeting. This Friday is a pretty big deal – “Critical Mass”. A huge group of riders will be converging down on the strip outside of the Fashion Show mall at 7pm. (come if you weren’t already!). I’m pretty “pumped on being stoked” about this one.

I’m also excited about the prosperity of new friends that would be into catching the next show, skipping the bar, taking a road trip “just because” and grabbing a bite to eat with. I feel so lame that I’ve gone this long without a steadfast friend in the same area code as me. I’ve (barely) survived on the thought that about 300 miles away is a best friend, and about 250 miles away is a cluster of really good friends. I thought that would cut it, but I need something more substantial. I’m out in the big little city all on my own – and now I see (good) friends aren’t one little bit overrated.

…more later.