Made it on the Road out of Telluride on the 15th at about 9ish with the prospect of the 11 hr drive to Las Vegas for the Amazing meeting, about 600 miles through Colorado, Utah, Arizona and Nevada. The road from Telluride to Moab was fantastic though some of the most dramatic red canyonland I’ve seen. Then came the long grind across Utah. Turns out in my haste to get on the road I was again worrying short on supplies, most notably water. The traffic going across I70 is really very light, and for good reason, it’s a road to nowhere across some of the most ‘god aweful’ country imaginable. Not to say it’s not pretty though, indeed all the rest areas are ‘view points’. Most of them have vendors selling indian jewelry right underneth the ‘no vending’ signs. Didn’t see a cop for hundreds of miles, and it’s not surprising, frequently its 50+ miles between gas stations. The sedimentary rock is very similar to that of the grand canyon half a state to the south.
Got to TAM late in the evening and met up with Crissy and Ashley at Delmars, the bar there. Soon after I’d met Mr Deity, Captain Disillusion and many others (W00T!). Everyone was really friendly, but I was a spent force. 11 hrs of driving in 12 hrs can really take it out of you.
Thankfully there was plenty of booze around and it’s amazing how quickly you can forget about your fatigue. Quite soon I was whisked off to Penns ‘donuts and ham party’ upstairs. Great fun all round, and there was quite soon some very drunk and very discoordinated swaying to Lennons ‘Imagine’. And yeah, this really does sum up the atmosphere at TAM, really friendly and really fun! Small wonder its growing at 30 % a year
Turns out the casino, while a monument to mankinds inability to do statistics, is a sort of rational oasis, with many an atheist performer. Ashley knows EVERYBODY and soon my poor little brain, shaken off it’s foundations by a combination off countless hours of driving, worry about having no water in the desert, too much booze, dancing, donuts, good company and a whirl of new faces n names was overloaded. Eventually we headed up to Lisa n Howards place on the top floor. By this time, verily the worse for wear, all I remember was the view was epic, and the main topic of conversation with a male stripper was, ‘was it possible for a man to take his socks off sexily’.
Woke up on Saturday still kinda buzzed, indeed I seemed to spend most of my time in Vegas either drunk or recovering. In fact now that I think about it thats pretty much how everyone seemed to spend their time at Vegas, well of course apart from the big hitters. Some real philanthropists at TAM too (thinking of you Mr-DataJack), folks who were ready to invest real amounts of money in the movement, and were more than happy to spring for breakfast. Breakfast was HUGE and spent it with Crissy and Troy (comedy Jesus).
Well I’d love to say more, but the suns setting here in Barstow, and I’ve still got to find some food and somewhere quiet for the night!