Newark, Vegas, L.A. and Back

Yeah, it's been a while, hasn't it? It's not that things have been quiet. Work shipped me out to Los Angeles last week, but not before I took a personal detour through Las Vegas for Memorial Day weekend. Truthfully, the trip had more to do with the Chuck Liddell-Quinton "Rampage" Jackson fight than it did the holiday. Among the trip's highlights:
-- seeing Carrot Top get denied entry to a bar that had just called last call
-- Vince Neil getting a tattoo in the front window of his own tattoo parlor on the strip
-- the Mirage pool
-- breakfast buffets
-- Jeff's Favorite (a knish topped with corned beef, kraut and melted Swiss cheese) at the Carnegie Deli
-- Nobu… the black cod with miso is almost criminal
-- the Sunday night blackjack run that paid for the tab at Nobu (and then some)
-- the fight… the seemingly invincible Chuck Liddell taken out in the first round in a dramatic upset win… the energy in that place was insane
From there, it was on to L.A. for a week of work, which included a visit to the set of the upcoming Iron Man movie (where I actually got to check out his armor and geeked out a bit), a night at the MTV Movie Awards (where I heard the worst pick-up line ever: "You're cute, but you're probably an asshole"), and a lot of time stuck on the 405 (all the more time to listen to the new Queens of the Stone Age album).
So yeah, while it all left me sunburned, it didn’t leave a lot of time for blogging. If it had, here's what I would have blogged about over the past two weeks:
-- the genius of Ask a Ninja interviewing Will Ferrell and Jon Heder
-- whether Vegas attracts skanks, or just brings out the skankiness in otherwise normal people
-- that whole Steelers porn-gate thing (about as salacious as life gets in the house of Rooney)
-- the fact that the Steelers are vowing to up the importance of tight ends in their offense, prompting me to shut my mouth
-- the excellence of the aforementioned Queens of the Stone Age album