Alburqwerky - Part II

I know I've been away for a while, sorry about that. Don't forget to visit weekly, I'm still here! Again, I've been out of town. Right now, I'm back in Alburquerque. This place doesn't get any better the more I visit. I don't know why anyone would move out here.

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Excuse me, Mr. President

I decided to book a flight that arrived an hour earlier than my co-workers. Aside from the extra frequent flyer miles, that was a waste! As we attempted to depart from Salt Lake City on my connecting flight, we were stuck on the airplane. President Bush's arrival required all air space to be cleared, so we couldn't go anywhere. WTH? Is his flight really worth disrupting commercial air traffic? I was even more frustrated since my ATL flight arrived 15 minutes before my next flight's scheduled departure, which had me running through the airport. I ended up arriving at the exact same time my co-workers did.

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Got Diapers?

So instead of getting settled in my hotel first, I headed off to the worksite, anxious to see what Albuqwerky will treat me with next. So I'm signing my name at the security desk, and the guy that's giving me the visitor's badge has a huge wet pee mark on his pants. Ummmm, WTH? Did he put it away too quickly? Got excited talking to the receptionist? Ran out of Depends? What ever the reason, it's sick. *Gotta wash my hands, badge may be contaminated*

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Thanks, Dat Fuule

Since Dat Fuule has been pressuring me to go check out the Martini Grille, I ventured over there. Again, anxious to see what the city has for me. Yippee, it's happy hour! Boo!, only well drinks. So here I am, at happy hour, and I'm the only customer there. I ate dinner, and enjoyed my Belvedere Martini (not half off). They had a band playing that night, but I wasn't about to return back. I did learn that the military and UNM is was draws most people here.

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This Ain't Vegas

My last night here, I had to go do something. So I hit up the casino at Sandia Indian Reservation. I'm excited the entire 12 mins it took to get there, with visions of Vegas running through my mind. I arrive... dark as HELL!!! They must have something against street lights at intersections. So here I am, making turns at 3 mph so I won't accidently run over a cactus. Inside, the Casino quickly brought me back to my Vegas comfort zone. I head straight for the $5 Blackjack table. The drink lady comes. I'm expecting a voluptuous blond, 3 feet of cleavage, 3 inch heels, you know, the Vegas girls. Ahhh, no. This ain't Vegas. Lady looks like she works in the diner across the street. I asked for a screwdriver. Uhhh, This ain't Vegas. I had to settle for a lemonade. Anyways, I'm trying to save money, so I had intentions on losing anything significant. I started with $40, and I ended up with $75!!!

Albuquerque isn't so bad afterall. :-)

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Bootlegged

OK, remember earlier, I mentioned I downloaded a bunch of movies that I can watch on my laptop. As ghetto as it sounded to everyone, WHATEVER! I enjoyed a very nice movie on plane. I felt sorry for everyone else who was stuck watching 2 year old episodes of "Everybody Loves Raymond".

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T.M.I.

Why did my boss tell us at lunch last week that he had himself "fixed"?

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Another Gas Blog

Folks driving away w/o paying for gas is old news. It's always been going on. I'll tell you what's surpriseing. Folks are now siphoning gas from other vehicles!!! Now that's some craziness! I may have to go buy lock for my gas cap.