Night Ranger

I booked an extra day to go to Vegas a day early to watch Night Ranger Friday June 22nd downtown. First of all, I asked about half a dozen locals, what time the show was going to start, no one new. I finally founded out and made my way to the stage. 9 pm was the start of the show. I got there about 8:15 and it started to get crowded. A young black couple around there twentys were standing next to me and my wife. The show started and the girl started going crazy, bumping into every body around, especially my wife. My wife asked her if she could control herself about a half dozen times with no results. Her boyfriend tried, and couldn't control her. This girl was not even born when Night Ranger were in there prime. 45 minutes into the show my wife had, had enough and ask me she wanted to leave. We left, and had to go though a very very large crowd to get out. I was pissed. We made it to the "D", my wife wanted a bottle of water. I signed up at the "D" and was given 3 dollars in slot play, got my wife her water, and played. I turned the 3 dollars slot play into $427 dollars, once it went down to $400, I cashed out. We went to the Fremont, I put in $20 dollars into the monopoly slot machine and turned it into $632 dollars and cashed out at $600 dollars. We went to bed, the next morning, I checked my e-mails, and someone by the name Wendy, tried to order a Sony controller from Best Buy using my credit card 3 times, around 2 am, and 3 times Best Buy cancel the order. Luckily I called my credit card company and cancel my card. No other charges were made. I'm sorry to say that the next 7 days, I lost the money I won downtown, plus a few hundred dollars more. In the long run, it was a great trip.

Thank you for specifying the race of the young couple, the couple with a young woman who bumped into other people at a rock and roll music concert.

I was reading this, and then though "Gee, I wonder if the young couple at the rock and roll music concert was asian or hispanic, because that would explain so much", but then I re-read your write-up and learned that they were black, which makes a lot of sense, now that I think about it. I mean, come on, they were a black couple!

Seems like since the 1960s a lot of people have gotten out of the habit of specifying what race they other people they meet are, like it was irrelevant or something, like some sort of mass enlightenment had taken place. Thanks for helping those of us who like to know what race the people in stories are.

I thought everyone knew that black prople can't handle Night Ranger

I wonder if he would described the woman as a red headed woman form somewhere down south wearing her Daisy Dukes that were so small that when she bent over, you could see a turd in the shape of your face? Would that change anything?

The story? or the shape of the turd? Thats easy.