The First Couple Weeks... And Then Some (Part One)

Warning... This will be the most bitching you have ever seen in a single post! Although it's not bitching about anyone or anything in particular, I suppose it is still bitching. This will also probably be the most pictures as well...

April 11th was my last day at KLAS. For the most part it was uneventful and as I reported before, was a rather emotional day for me - which was somewhat surprising.

I spent most of the morning (as there was really nothing for me to do after we got back from the standoff) hanging out in the studio. Over two years these guys had become my friends, and what better way to show my gratitude by harassing them and making lots of noise while they were trying to do a morning show?



Justin (above top) and Sherry (above bottom - and if you couldn't figure that out, you're a total dumbass) got the most harassment, since they are only on air every few minutes rather than almost all the time like Denise and Dave are.

Still good times were to be had, until Justin made my fatass come up onto the traffic stage and then put me on television. I will post my 'on purpose' Las Vegas television debut (I've been on TV before - it's one of the hazards of doing shoots with all the other stations and everyone running around trying to get shots from different angles).

At any rate, it was actually a very nice gesture. Justin was one of my favorite people to work with in Vegas (reporter wise, don’t get your panties in a knot, John...). Here is one of my blog posts about a story I did with Coop, in case you're interested.

After work I went home and was all emo for a couple of hours thinking about the past couple of years. Then I prepared for my big night partying with everyone! Cause as I wrote before, when photogs party, shenanigans are bound to be afoot!

Of course that's when things started to go wrong. I guess actually things had been going wrong since about 1977, but for the sake of brevity, we'll only talk about the things that went wrong in the past 30 days. When the gang arrived at Hooters on Sahara, we found it closed. Not like 'closed for the night' but 'closed to be blown up.' Very sad. But we headed over to TGIFriday's, which was just down the street and had a pretty cute waitress. I think John got some video of her, but who knows. She would have looked so much better in a Hooters outfit, but what can you do. Anyway, the gang all had a good time with drinks and yummy TGIFriday's food!

From left to right, top to bottom, Peter, Sol, Tony and Mutha Fuckin' John Farrell.

Unfortunately a couple of people couldn't come, and I forgot to tell a couple others. At any rate, we ate, we drank, we told some of our favorite 'Erin's a fucking schmuck' stories (I don't understand how they had so many...) and then we headed over to the second part of the party!

Firefly Bar is where we went. Binky, the guy who isn't Mutha Fuckin' John Farrell, said it was a cool bar. He lied. Not really, but it was more of a restaurant than it was a bar. I was worried, but the problem soon solved its self!

No one showed up! (And I'm not going to pretend that it didn't hurt just a little bit...)

Well, almost no one. Weather Pimp (also known as Tedd Florendo) rolled in as well as Duke (below top) and Jason (below bottom). Lovely Carissa (who I was SO infatuated with.. damn her for being engaged) also showed for like 30 seconds, but it was long enough for me to get a hug! Unfortunately (or fortunately) I forgot to confess my love and propose. I wasn't drunk enough yet. And it didn't work the last time I did it (to a different girl) so it probably wouldn't have worked this time either.


Time passed and I got all packed up. Special thanks to Tony who was awesome and came over and helped me and my mom pack my stuff into the U-Haul. Less special thanks to Binky who arrived right after we finished. It's the thought that counts, I guess.

Mom and I hit the casinos before we left (we decided to leave a day early, which spurned the wrath of Mutha Fuckin' John Farrell who wanted to do Starbucks. After calming him down and getting the gates of hell closed again, Mom and I did some gambling and won some money! Hurrah! We spent it all on a real nice dinner!

Then move began. We stayed overnight in Laughlin which was neat. It was the first time I had ever been there. Was kind of nice. (This is actually when John called.. I'm a little out of order here...) In the morning we began the trek with plans to stay overnight in Amarillo, Texas.

Of course spurning John Farrell has consequences. Halfway between Bullhead City and Kingman, AZ, my car stopped working. Dead.

After two hours, the tow truck finally arrived. My mom's car insurance actually paid to tow my Malibu, but not the trailer. So I had to fork over $100 to pay for the towing of the trailer.

The tow truck driver was really nice and told us about a place in Kingman that could most likely get us on the road again today. But to be on the safe side he suggested that we get a hotel room. So he took us to a Motel 6 where we dropped off the trailer, and then headed over to Steve's Route 66 Auto Repair in Kingman.

Steve checked out the car and came to the conclusion that the alternator decided that it didn't like towing my possessions as well as my own fatass and decided to assplode. He found me a new alternator and replaced it, as well as replaced my air filter for $250 (he gave me the air filter for free!).

It took them about an hour and a half to actually replace the alternator. As a side note, I really recommend these guys if you are ever in need of auto repair in Kingman. They were very nice and did a great job. Also major props go out to Jim (#15) with Mike Pow-R-Tow, also out of Kingman; a really nice guy and great service.

After checking the time (it was about 6PM PDT) and the mileage we had to go, we decided to make a run for it. We figured that we could manage to get to Tulsa by 2PM - which is when the apartment place closed, according to their website. So we drove and drove and drove and eventually switched off a couple of times so we could nap a bit (I suck at sleeping in the car though, so I didn't sleep long).

We arrived near Tulsa at about 1PM. We had a 40 minute drive still so Mom called the apartment place who then informed us that the office was actually open till 4 and the website was out dated. We groaned as we skipped a tasty Cracker Barrel breakfast to make sure we arrived by 2.

Such is life I suppose.

After arrival we spent the next couple of hours unloading the trailer and dragging everything up to my third floor apartment. Luckily though this place has elevators! Hizzah! Could my fortune be turning around?

I'll tell you in the next post!

Almost Got It!

Internet has been ordered! Now, if AT&T would just get off their asses and SEND ME THE DAMN ADSL MODEM! Bastards.

Anyway, things are going pretty well. Waiting on some money - I have $60 to my name! Good lord that scares me. Hopefully I will get some birthday money from the grandparents when my mail starts catching up with me...

Anyway, Operation Tulsa was more or less a success. I look forward to getting back into the swing of blogging when I get internet hooked up at home. Right now it's annoying to have to ninja blog when no one is looking and I loot their internet.

Later!

Operation Tulsa Arrival...

I am changing the name from Operation Tulsa to Operation F**kmotherf**kingf**kingf**kerf**kf**k. I'll explain in greater detail once internet is costing me 20 cents a minute at Kinko's, but oh lord. This trip has been on tragedy after another after another.

That said, Tulsa is beautiful and my apartment is great! I have a good view, I'm on the 3rd floor so I don't have to listen to people fucking above me (that's fucking as in 'doing it') and I will never be affected by a flood - unless it's one of those 'need an ark' ones.

Anyway, I arrived in Tulsa, some how in one piece. Hopefully I can get my internets hooked up tomorrow so I don't have to do this to often.

Oh, it's my birthday today as well. Happy 29+1 for me! I don't think I am going to be able to relax and reflect as much today as I normally would, so 29+2 is going to have to be extra lazy.

Peace!

Heading East (A Story of Hauling Ass)

It hasn't been written yet, but it's been determined. We (my Mom is coming to town to help me move) are moving me 1,700 miles in 24 hours. One of the downsides of the Midwest, shit ain't open on Sunday - including the office of my apartment complex.

Plus, since my Mom has a flight out of Tulsa at 6 in the morning on Monday we can't check in then. (unless I want to move in by myself! I did that when I moved here. It sucked hardcore ass.)

So I'm leaving Las Vegas on Friday morning and arriving in Tulsa Saturday morning. Thank goodness I have someone to help me drive! Plus (hopefully) there won't be any snow like when I moved here.

As a remeberance to that 3 day voyage, here's a link!

Making Progress!

I can now officially see 75% of my floor! As far as I am concerned, that's progress.

I spent a decent amount of time on Wednesday going through my clothes and throwing out a lot that is just to old, or doesn't fit anymore. Some of the clothes I have I have to wonder if they ever fit at all.

I have given myself a challenge though. The clothes that are only a size to small for me I kept. My goal is to be able to fit into it before too long. We'll see how well that goes.

I think I can probably pull it off. I've noticed that my life on overnights actually physically damaged me in a couple of ways. First, I was a hell of a lot less active. When you work during the day you have pointless VOSOTS and packages to shoot. But on overnights, you only really get out of the car if there is shit going on. Even then I didn't have to walk to terribly far, thanks to the patented media oppression by Las Vegas' lovely law enforcement community! I also noticed that I smoked more, which is obviously not good for you.

Another thing is that lunch usually consisted of fast food. As did dinner since by the time I was off work I was too tired to fix any real food to eat. Speaking of tired, overnights will make you exhausted. It's not natural and if you don't make a point of working out (which I didn't) you will be to tired to do anything. It will be nice for that to change.

I look forward to seeing what my new life during the day will do for me, both physically and mentally!

A final note, tonight is my going away dinner (at Hooters of course) and then party at a bar with people from my station and beyond! It should be a ton of fun! I will be sure to include pictures and possibly video, assuming I survive!

Apartment Approved, For Real!

\o/ Hurrah!

Unfortunately (or fortunately, however you look at it) they (the complex) have their own cable company - which is free to the tenants - but screws up my ability to just transfer my COX (hehehe) service and internet. And for whatever reason, the local phone company doesn't provide DSL service there.

If I end up not having a southern view, I may be stuck with dial up! Unacceptable.

Glad That's Taken Care Of... Sorta...

Apartment approved!

Except for the fact that I am a retard* and forgot to mail the application fee and deposit. Sent it today via USPS Priority Mail. Hopefully it will get there by Saturday so they don't decide to change their minds.

Let this be a lesson to you, kids. Take an already stupid idiot, and put him on overnights (a shift that has been known to rot brains) and look what happens.

Man I can't wait to sleep 8 hours a day again...

*In this context, the word retard is used not in relation to the person with the mental disability that they cannot control, but as in dumbass, like the retards on Jackass or others that will soon be up for a Darwin Award.

Operation Tulsa

In case you're interested in keeping up with my move to Tulsa, you can check out all the related posts at Operation Tulsa.

Hurrah!

Home is Where.... Where is Home?!

So now I am trying to find a home. Been checking out all the online apartment search places, but quite frankly I don't really care to live in another apartment complex. But I realize it's something that I will have to do, for at least my first year in Tulsa.

So there are about one billion apartment complexes in Tulsa. What's annoying is I find one I like (I have to have a W/D in the apartment. I'm too old for this laundry mat shit) and then I ask my people in Tulsa how the area is and they run around telling me I will certainly be murdered if I move to that complex.

Quite frankly the idea of me being murdered in Tulsa tickles me. It's irony, as I am move there to get away from the thugs and rif-raff in Vegas.

Anyway, Got recommended a place and it's beautiful. About $50 more than I cared to pay, but whatever. As Dyckerson would say, less Twinkies for me. So now I will apply and of course learn that I have been declined because my credit sucks and I am a deadbeat, ignoring my 2.2 years of flawless on time rent payments here in Vegas and instead focusing on collections from 5 years ago.

On a lighter note, the owner of my condo is being nice and is allowing me out of the lease that the HOA bullied me into signing (long story). He said as long as I leave the place in good condition, he'll return most of my security deposit. That's very nice of him. Now all I have to do is make the place not smell like someone has been smoking in here for the past 8 months... And of course some how convert it back into 'good' condition.

Worse comes to worse, it's Extended Stay America for me!