Sunday, November 16, 2008
You always get lucky in West Wendover
So, starting a blog has made me realize something. Each day for the past couple of weeks, I have looked at my blog and thought "I really should post something, I haven't posted in a week (or whatever length of time it had been)". But I really had nothing to write about. Most of my weeks are fairly uneventful, and I pretty much do the same thing each day of the week. A friend suggested that I take the mundane things and make them sound interesting, but I am not blessed with that creative gift like he is. So, I went two weeks without posting. Finally, this weekend I broke form and did something out of the ordinary. Saturday morning, I got up bright and early to head out to Pilot Valley to do some field work for a Professor. I spent all day on a playa (a dry lake bed) helping to drill a couple wells and put some instruments in them. It was a long day, but afterward we went to a buffet in a casino in West Wendover. Later, after I came home, I was watching television with my roommates and we saw a commercial for West Wendover touting "You always get lucky in West Wendover". I guess since I got a buffet dinner for a few hours of work, I got a little lucky in West Wendover myself. Hopefully I can have a little more excitement this week.
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3 comments:
You know, there is another option besides making the boring things sound good. You could just make up outlandish lies. Like me, you also lived around Kip long enough that you cannot help but be skilled in the art of lying.
Kritter I must admitt you had me a little worried when you said you got lucky in wendover. And the comment from Mike is true. I've only lived around Kip for a year and 1/2 and my lying skills have increased a hundred fold
- katie
PS today I told Kip "Question your assumptions hasn't had a post in a while" so i am glad you posted. i must have sent you a telepathic message
For example, you went to a "playa." In Spanish this means beach so you could have blogged all about your weekend trip to a beach in Mexico in search for some strange rock, or a girlfriend, or a girlfriend who then turned into a rock. The possibilities are endless really.
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