You Know You're On the Road to Vegas When....

...Friday rush hour traffic to Vegas takes 6 hours to get there from LA
...you get hit on in line for the bathroom at a gas station mid way
...the epiphany of the trip is that Del Taco is better road food than Taco Bell
...someone calls you pretending to be Phil Gordon
...your car breaks down as soon as you see the city lights (24 miles out)
...your empty cell phone has enough juice to call AAA and someone to whine to
...you get hit on by the AAA guy
...you tell the AAA guy how to get to your hotel before he takes you to his house
...the only channel on the TV that works is porn, and after the ordeal, it's pretty relaxing to watch

What it all means:
...I'm going to bleed myself dry in paying for taxis today
...I can't gamble because I'm either not lucky at all right now, or I used all my luck on the cell phone juice
...I might have to fly home, or take the AAA guy up on staying at his house
...I'm hungry


Current: Vegas, duh.
Next: Burbank by tonight, hopefully
Tomorrow: Tons of work to do
Tues: Seattle