Tidbits About Las Vegas

Older Flight Attendants? I flew to Los Angeles, then changed the plane to Las Vegas. Then I flew back to Los Angeles from Las Vegas en route to Nashville before arriving back in New York at LaGuardia International Airport. I observed that the flight attendants are older in their 40s to 50s. I had not seen ONE young person between 20s to 40s working as flight attendant. I thought that the younger flight attendants were largely laid off due to the seniority just right after the 9/11 drama.

Where Are They? In Las Vegas, I noticed something else. I told Chris about it. Chris grinned and said, "You're strange for thinking like that." I told him that during the whole time I stayed in Las Vegas, I hadn't seen a fucking squirrel running amok anywhere else.

Too Many Fatties! AS an experienced person who struggled with his weight for years, I was amused and alarmed with the fact that I saw more fat people in Las Vegas than anywhere else in the world. I even noticed that many persons that used the motor wheelchair are not elders but truly the fattest ones. I VEE-VEEed the couple while I was wearing the sunglasses -- this gave me the opportunity to stare at one couple at the swimming pool. The guy is HOT. Perfect. V-shaped body holding his girlfriend who is ... obese. He was holding her massive hips. When he was bored, he lightly tapped on her hips, it jiggles each time he lightly slapped on it. I was fascinated with their interactions with each other -- it appeared to me that he was enjoying the meaty section of her body. But it is evident that there is obesity epidemic in this country after visiting Las Vegas.

You know when I was a kid, I wished that everyone was fat so that they can learn a lesson or two after treating me shitty. It appears that tha karma is doing its job. Everyone is getting fatter while I'm losing it! Of course, I'm smirking like Hell.

Hot, Hot and Hot! It is no secret that Las Vegas is in the valley of some shitty desert. You expected it to be hot during the day, cool during the night. But it was frankly hot. Even Lucifer Morningstar would run away from Las Vegas under its scorching heat. I noticed that the pigeons sat under the bridges, monorail, cars, parking lots, chairs ... even the pigeons knew not to sit or walk around the ground that is exposed to the sun. Or their talons would stick to the sidewalk! But one postcard was correct, "The weather is HOT but the climate is great in Vegas!"

40 oz. of Cape Cod In Downtown Las Vegas, I took Chris to see the Fremont Street Experience -- where they had a great light show on the ceiling. It is great stuff, happens every hour all night long until midnight or so. I noticed that some people were drinking alcoholic drinks on the streets -- especially in these plastic 40 oz. Of course, I raced down to a casino and purchased 40 oz of Cape Cod (cranberry juice with vodka) -- I was bewildered that vodka consisted of 25 oz of the plastic cup for only $13. Chris said it is expensive. I said, "For 40 oz? Please, it is worth the price!"

Sure enough, I was drunk afterwards. Just one drink of 40 oz for $13 to knock me out. Chris made fun of my red face all night long. I even brought the plastic cup in the cab to Gipsy, a gay nightclub before I lost the coolest fatso cup. 40 oz of alcoholic drink for only $13! That was cool!

No Storm Drain? Once in a while, I would hear about the flash floods in Las Vegas during the winter times. I wondered why. Now I know. There is *no* storm drain in Las Vegas. I do not see it at all. The town basically built on the ground above, not below. They lacked the storm sewage to filter the monsoons away out of Las Vegas as needed. I wonder why? Is it because they are tired of dealing with homeless trying to sleep in the tunnels? Inquiring mind(s) would like to know.

White pen does not morph into black pen! The bartender at Gipsy took my white pen -- in midst of my drunken conversation with Chris -- I suddenly noticed the black pen. I insisted that he gives the white pen back, the bartender refused -- I wrote on a note that the black pen is not a fucking caterpillar so give it back! Initially, Chris did not understand me. But I showed the pen! He got the drift and tried to get it back but the bartender insisted that it was his. Fuck him.

Later in the cab, I was fuming at the miscommunication -- which occasionally happened between me and hearing people. It is tiresome and sickening at times. Arguing onver insignificant things. Chris wrote a note and left it on my lap as I stared out of the cab in the darkness. It reads, "Knowing you more in the last few days, you are perhaps the most misunderstood person I ever had met -- people plainly misunderstood you all the time." True words were never spoken, Chris.

Cheers,

R-

The KA

Last night, the internet connection at home was spotty at its best. I could not blog anything else. But today, the connection is running smoothly. Hopefully, I could go on and ramble about many things that I observed but chose not to interfere the whole week in Las Vegas.

But let's focus on The KA since it did not impress Chris (it was his third Cirque Du Soleil experience after "La Nuba" and "Zumanity") and certainly impressed me (since it was my first Cirque Du Soleil experience) from the start to the finish.

I learned that we had the seats up front by 2nd row for $150 each on Tuesday evening. So after dining at a luxury restaurant which practically killed my budget, I was bit desperate for an excitement. Chris said that the Cirque Du Soleil should do the trick. We got to walk around MGM Grand Hotel, it is the city unto itself in one massive building. It has hotel, attractions, casinos, restaurants, stores, plays and nightclubs to name few.

When it was time for us to attend to our seats, the ushers were bit odd to observe. It appeared that they are playing the roles of some characters. Where I sat, our usher reminded us that we are NOT allowed to touch the stage, stand or lean over the stage. Then I saw the explosions from under the stage. Under the stage? I stood a little to peek at the stage. Sure enough, the stage itself is bottomless.

After all, it is Cirque Du Soleil where stranger things do happen. Shortly, one extremely attractive man with smooth but long blue hair to his waist gracefully walked around the stage -- it appears that he was trying to say something but someone flashed the camera at him. He smiled calmly then pointed to the spectator in the audience to come forward. The spectator did. He took his camera and tossed it over the stage into the bottomless where it exploded. Then the spectator's cellphone rang, the actor slowly pointed at his cellphone. The spectator hesitated before passing the cellphone to the actor. The actor tossed it into the bottomless pit where it also exploded. I immediately knew that the spectator is merely the actor as well! Soon enough, he tried to light his cigarette -- suffice to say, the taller actor with smooth, but long blue hair toseed him into the bottomless pit where it exploded wildly -- the message was: "No camera, cellphone and smoking allowed."

None of this was done with the voice. They demonstrated by acting. The whole play itself was fantastic -- lots of acrobatic moves that stunned and delighted me ... its out of world moves as well as interchanged with the machines that moved around the stage is quite unbelievable but worth the price to see -- I sat in the center of 2nd row -- sometimes they flew off the stage right above my head. It was fantastic.

It is a tale about two rival clans in some Asian country where they struggled to battle each other to save someone else but ended up saving each clans in the progress.

Needless to say that I had a mini-crush on this lean, tall actor with long, smooth blue hair -- he was quite vicious and hot! As I say, there are some sounds effects, especially when it comes to songs but throughout the plays, no words were uttered. They expressed the story by acting out the gestures -- it is obvious and easy to follow through. I grinned, smiled and stared in awe as Chris kept on staring with dead eyes.

Since it's his third one and he said that it's not the best one he ever had seen.

To me, I was pretty blown away. I really enjoyed it very much. Despite the fact that it is quite expensive, it is worth the price to see it with my own eyes.

Thanks, Chris.

R-

A Snapshot Of Chris & Ridor In Las Vegas Hilton's $18.6 Million Swimming Pool

Gorgeous Chris and Cute RT?

I was not kidding that the complete renovation of the swimming pool totaled $18.6 million, it says so on the information sheet at the hotel. And I looked around and thought, "So it is worth $18.6 million?" Not to me, though. Weird.

I'll blog about many little things as well as the Cirque du Soleil's The KA. It is mind-blowing experience, considering the fact that I sat two rows away from the stage -- for $150.

Later,

R-

Ridor In Las Vegas

LAS VEGAS (RPI) -- I am at the Internet Cafe for an hour. Chris and I got to scourge The Strip. The flight to Los Angeles was smooth, but the flight to Las Vegas was choppy -- I swear something was going to happen. But nothing happened.

When we were waiting for the taxi outside of the airport, I was shocked to see the massive long line of folks waiting for taxis. It has the same path that you used to see it at the amusement parks waiting to get on the ride -- the same idea applies to the wait for the cabs, I'm telling you -- it is the longest path I ever had seen, maybe up to .5 mile long, just to hail a fucking cab.

Las Vegas Hilton is the place where I am staying. I am amazed at the size of the hotel. I have the best view of Las Vegas Strip. It is stunning! Dylan Westbury would probably drop his pants on the floor and wank his dick walking around the Star Trek area -- Las Vegas Hilton does not conform to Star Trek stuff only. Star Trek dominated on one wing, has lots of interesting stuff that Dylan probably will drool, cum and repeat the process. Maybe 6 or 10 times until his dick becomes red and bloody.

In the last two days, we had been to a lot of places -- Fremont Street Experience, Monorail, MGM Grand Hotel, Tropicana, Excalibur, New York New York, Luxor, Wynn to name few. Monorail may be the best thing that happened to Las Vegas in years. It is so convenient and nice! But they needed to extend the line to Downtown where the original Strip is. It is bit travesty that they do not include Downtown.

Next time, Chris and I agreed that we will stay at Wynn Hotel. If it is cheap. In fact, Wynn is the most classiest hotel of all. The entrance of The Wynn is overwhelming, intoxicating and sinful. Guaranteed to make you step back and say whoa at the sight of these massive flowers that embraced the trees. Very difficult to describe the area.

Chris gambled a lot. Won thousands of dollars, I'm completely jealous of him. He is teaching me how to play Blackjacks. He's good at it. He's a great company, man. Yes, he is hearing. Much to your chagrin, I'm enjoying this so much! I won like $75 two days ago but yesterday, I lost like $25. Fuck it. I'm not good with it.

Tonight, Chris and I am going to dine at a fancy restaurant then head out to see KA, the newest play of Cirque Du Soleil at MGM Grand. Upon seeing the reviews, it is stunning and lots of acrobatic moves. Looking forward to it.

I am in awe of Chris' skills and luck with gambling. He is obviously a genius.

Did you know that I wore Dartmouth t-shirt, nobody said hi. But when I wore the Gallaudet t-shirt, people came to me. One said that his mother graduated from Gallaudet. One came to me and said that she graduated from Gallaudet, a hearing gal who studied in Interpreting at Gallaudet. Her signs are ... bad, to say the least. But I was nice and polite. I just put on a fake smile.

I taught Chris some signs to retaliate people who annoys us to no end. Last night, we went to Gipsy, a local gay club. It is a major letdown in comparison with New York and Philadelphia. One stupid guy told Chris, "You are stupid but I want you."

I snapped that he graduated from Ivy League and what about him? The guy in his late 40s said, "My Daddy died and left me rich. I don't care if he goes to a school in Ivy, he is still stupid and I still want him."

Chris and I got annoyed so bad that we made fun of him eventually all night long ... in a discrete manner which we snickered behind his back.

It was interesting evening at Gipsy -- I'm down to 5 minutes left. Time to hit the pool and SPA before the showtime tonight! Yay.

Oh, I got a nasty email from Michael Demmons who said that I will not enjoy Las Vegas because it is for hearing people only. I told him that Las Vegas was designed for visual attractions, not sound attractions -- if it was designed for sound attractions, there won't be lights at all, right?! Idiotic, is he? Any thoughts on the subject?

R-

Ridor In NYC

NEW YORK (RPI*) -- I got here two hours LATE. Know why? I made a mistake, throwing the fucking paper that contains Chris' address on the way to New York via New Jersey Transit.

It is good to be back in Park Slope!

Thank God for the Internet Cafe. Man, Chris looked gorgeous. Shane is, too. But guess what? They still do not have a fucking television in the apartment.

But no worries, we are off to a bar tonight. Then rest, then onward to Las Vegas! If I see an available internet in Las Vegas somehow, I'll blog. But otherwise, stay tuned for fun times and updates.

Confidential to McCock: Again, just to clarify something: Cussing words does not reflect on two BAs degrees. I can manage it on my own. It is none of your business whether I cuss or not. Go and fuck a sheep, please.

R-

*RPI stands for Ridor Press International.

My Condelences

I got this from a friend of mine via the e-mail. It was printed in The Glocuester Times in Waterbury, NJ. Nikki Surber was/is the Coordinator of Residence Educator (CRE) at Benson Hall where I worked a year under her during my last year at Gallaudet. It was fun, fun and fun. I'm sorry to learn that her father was murdered.

R-

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From the newsroom of the Gloucester County Times, Woodbury, New Jersey,

Saturday, June 11, 1005
Victim's child: I was too late

By Pete McCarthy

WOODBURY -- At his sentencing Friday, Kevin Spragg Jr. learned that he took more than a life when he killed Edward Woodside III inside the victim's Paulsboro home last August.

He took someone's father.

Before Spragg, 22, was sentenced to 35 years in state prison, he listened to 28-year-old Nikki Surber, who now lives in Washington, D.C.

Surber, who -- like her father -- is hearing-impaired, needed a sign language interpreter to understand what was being said, but she spoke up to tell the judge exactly how she felt.

Surber first met her father when she was 11 years old and then only for a short time.

Before Woodside's death, Surber was trying to contact him, she told Superior Court Judge John Tomasello.

"I was robbed of the chance to give my father a second chance," Surber said. "I can never have my father in my life. I waited too long."

Surber said she was "not getting any younger" and that is why she wanted to reconnect with her father.

"I wanted to try to forgive and forget, and move on," Surber said outside the courtroom.

Woodside, 60, was found inside his Roosevelt Street home, having been struck over the head with a computer monitor and stabbed twice in the neck with a butter knife.

The victim, described as hearing-impaired in previous court documents, died from blunt force trauma to the head, authorities determined.

"The beating was particularly brutal," Deputy First Assistant Prosecutor George Gangloff Jr. said in court. "The victim was particularly vulnerable."

Spragg, who must serve at least 30 years in prison before becoming eligible for parole, gave a tearful apology before Tomasello imposed his sentence.

"I want to apologize to the victim's family," Spragg said. "Hopefully, with the time that I have, I will better myself."

Despite his young age, Spragg had five convictions as a juvenile and eight more after turning 18, according to Gangloff.

Tomasello thanked Surber for making her statement, so Spragg can know "from real people the impact the offense" has on others.

"The nature of this offense was particularly heinous," Tomasello said. "The nature of this offense just boggles the imagination."

When Spragg pleaded guilty to felony murder in March, he did so without having his case go before a grand jury for indictment.

The Greenwich Township man admitted to entering Woodside's home to steal coins when he was confronted by the victim. At that point, authorities said, the two men got into a scuffle and Woodside was struck over the head with the computer monitor.

Spragg was arrested two hours later near a Wawa in Gibbstown. Some of the coins were found in his pockets, according to previous reports.

Spragg was given 307 days of credit for time served. When he is released, he must serve an additional five years of supervised parole.

© 2005 Gloucester County Times

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