So says the U.S. Postal Service, so it’s gotta be true, right? On my “Change of Address Confirmation,” under “Community Resources,” it lists the chief executive of the Silver State as “Gov. Jon Corzine (D),” followed by a Reno phone number. Wow, that Corzine sure landed on his feet! Or did he merely go from a budgetary frying pan to a fire?
Seriously, when the USPS transposes the governors of New Jersey and Nevada, and can’t tell me who my new (?) congressperson is, it’s a doggone miracle they can figure out where our mail is supposed to go.
Continued sh!tty with intermittent crappiness. That’s the forecast for Las Vegas. Those of you who stayed home to “game” aren’t missing squat. We’re in our fourth straight day of rain and you can’t even see the tops of the hotels, so pervasive is the overcast. Jets taking off from McCarran International Airport are scarcely airborne before they’re lost to view. The street outside S&G HQ is a literal torrent, rushing northbound and submerging at least half the roadway. Little did I know that you could get riverfront property in Vegas.
If you’re staying for the weekend and are in the mood for laughs, Las Vegas Little Theatre has them in plentiful supply with Don’t Dress for Dinner. Seats, however, are at a premium. This Franco-Anglo bedroom farce is doing so well LVLT has added a Sunday-night performance, making Don’t Dress probably the hottest ticket in Vegas.
No no no no no, this is perfect weather. Maybe not the rain (though I suppose in drought terms it’s welcomed), but the clouds everywhere and actual humidity.
I live pretty far west so maybe it’s different up on the hill than it is down by the hotels, but I’d say we’re finally having good weather. Beats clear skies with UV-12.
Bulletin from Southern California:
Get set for worse. We just had two huge hailstorms about 5:30 PM – front is moving east from here.