It's bad to drink on an empty stomach so we head over to the Vegas outlet to find some food and golf shoes. After getting a quick refill at the bar, we get into our rented Ford Cobalt and drive through the traffic-infested strip to get where we need to go. Something needs to be done with that traffic. My idea would be to take out the streets completely and replace them with people movers and escalators. Anyway, we find ourselves at the food court and I order something resembling chow mein and orange chicken... it was downright filthy. I could probably make better noodles by swallowing some flour, eggs, and laxatives then shtting out of a strainer. I end up eating every single bite (being drunk makes me less of a picky eater) and we head back to the hotel to take a quick nap.
Don't ever take a "quick nap" after drinking a lot. I felt sick sick. I somehow roll out of bed and crawl into the bathroom where I sat on the floor for a few minutes. Will I throw up or can I hold it in? Should I just hit the eject button or just run some cold water over my face? I decide throwing up would be a disgrace so I hold it down. No time to rest because theres a concert out the Mandalay Bay in thirty minutes.
One of my friends is a bit of a metal head so she's pretty stoked to be seeing Static X at the House of Blues (same place where I saw that Snakes on a Plane band a couple trip reports back). Needless to say, you really haven't heard a band until you've see them in concert. The music was loud enough to kill the old and the sick. Also, these guys knew hot to really work the stage and work up the crowd into a frenzy. By the end the crowd was slamming the [censored] outta each other and spewing $12 beers all over the place. They kept hitting us with one song right after another and only stopped to take some shots of tequila. Could safely say it was better than Cobra Starship -- make the comparison if you feel like it:
Static-X The only vs
Snaaaaaaakes.
Next part: Club Jet and Food 4 Less.