so, today i decided to go for nice afternoon walk to watch it get dark and work off some of that holiday bojangles and chic-fil-a sloth puff. i ended up at fremont street right about when it got dark and to my surprise the whole of the fremont street experience was caution-taped off. i heard a police officer say something about a “suspicious package” and then heard tourists and other street folk murmur the words “bomb threat”. i really wanted to just drink a huge football beer in the middle of the experience all by myself while everyone watched. but instead i got some coffee and walked home. didn’t hear any distant kabooms. nothing on the news yet.


but there’s a pawn shop on las vegas blvd north that has muppets in space and two cky dvds for a dollar each. that’s da bomb!

here’s what i heard – and i didn’t hear it from him. y’all might already know all of this but here’s what allegedly happened: joey and friends were at wasted space, joey tried to hop some railing and either got his foot caught, someone grabbed him or his foot, or he just fell. but he landed on his face and everybody thought he had broken his neck. there were convulsions and others started screaming and girls started crying. joey woke up in the middle of cat scan. someone took that photo of him lying in a pool of blood (it’s on myspace, i’m not gonna put it up here).
he has a broken nose and black eyes and is really lucky if that’s all that’s wrong.

sending you some get well love beams, joey.

some scary assed photos of him in a pool of blood on his myspace, and then something about a cat scan and that’s all i know. in the mean time, here’s a picture to make us all feel grateful for the good things in life.

of djing at double down on monday nights! go support him and say howdy!

our cat, moink, is in heat and does this hilarious thing where she stretches one back leg out as far as she can and makes pigeon noises. damn, i can’t believe i’m posting cat humor on the internet. so embarrassing. maybe i’ll vacuum that rug.

here’s a shitty cameraphone pic of it, but frankie’s tiki room is now open on charleston and shadow lane. last night was the grand opening and there were plenty of folks out enjoying drinks that their grandparents used to think were cool because they saw elvis drinking them in a movie. all jaded asshole smarminess aside, this place is totally awesome. thatched bamboo (bamboo-like?) walls and ceilings, lights made out of pufferfish, cool tiki glasses, hawaiian shirts, and what sounded like a really good selection of appropriate surf, jazz and rock & roll playing throughout. i’m really surprised there hasn’t been a decent tiki bar in vegas for the last 20 years or more, but this bar – allegedly owned by the double down owner – is just what this town needs. a fourth option! AND it’s right cross the street from del taco. because you’ll need some chili cheese fries to barf up once all the rum fights its way out of your face.