Las Vegas is, apparently, a very dangerous place. I learned this on the train today, on the way home from town. It's not dangerous b/c of crime, or gambling, or anything like that, but because of the weather. Apparently, it is so hot that you can't go outside for more than a few seconds without passing out. I learned this from a conversation in (on?) which I was evesdropping. Two teenagers - both very middle class, one girl and one very gay guy. She had been there with her parents, 'back in the day' (back, apparently, when they had CDs). It was so hot that kids couldn't go outside unless their parents drove them. In fact, it was so hot that she had to abandon her CD player outdoors because it was too dangerous for her to venture into the sun to go get it. I'm thinking that perhaps all this sunshine fried her brain as well... Anyway, fun on trains.
So, I was on the train b/c I was doing all sorts of clothing shopping today and didn't feel like schlepping it all home on my bike. I was also on the train b/c I stripped out the screw on one of my pedal cleats, so was tryint to find new shoes. No luck on that - though I did find some cool 'go out' shoes at TKMaxx (I love TKMaxx). I tried also to remove the screw by drilling it out, but no luck, though it did make some terrible noises and smells. Oh well - off for a bike ride tomorrow with one slightly crapped out cleat, which hopefully won't be a problem.
Anyway, it's another exciting night in this gay household. Robin is actually wearing clothing tonight (it happens once in a while), David is on the phone with his mom, there is some crap 007 movie on TV that seems to have shown all the major sites of Lonodn within about 2 blocks of each other, the washing machine sounds like it's going to launch itself into outer space (it's in the kitchen, as are all washing machines here, coming to the end of its 3 hour cycle). And I'm starting to dribble, so I think I will stop now. :-)