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Spontaneous Hack

Posted in Crazy Families, Home life, Kids, Random Info with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 2, 2011 by HackingVegas

I’ve been bringing you guys into my home life more over the last few weeks and here I go with another peek into what it’s like on my days off.

On Friday I normally take time trying to work on the house for a few hours and then rush off to my oldest son’s baseball practice. This normally takes us late into the night. This last Friday we got a day off and planned to enjoy a night free relaxing around the house and catching up on TV.  Around 7:45 I noticed that @JohnnyLasVegas (John Quinn, Executive Director of Casino Marketing at the Monte Carlo Las Vegas Resort and Casino)  Tweeted

At first I just blew it off and kept going through my Twitter Timeline. It would be fun but The Wife and I have been sick and I didn’t think it would be a good idea.  Then I remembered that she has a Bucket List on her blog at Thypolar Life Uncensored. One of the things she wants to do is take our kids to a show one by one. She’s taken our daughter and still needs to take the boys. Our youngest has been a fan of the JabbaWockeez from the second he watched them do their first routine on Americas Best Dance Crew. So I scrolled back and read it to The Wife. I asked if she wanted to run down to see if we could get them and she could take our youngest.  She thought about it for a minute and we were off.

We all got dressed and ran out the door. On the way down I made sure he still had the tickets.

We Rush up to the Monte Carlo hotel and I run in. We Got a Hint Saying:
 Him: You couldn’t be more right Mike RT “@MonteCarloSales: Hint…go to a bar @JohnnyLasVegas @jabbawockeez @montecarlovegas
So I hit the first bar I could think of, “The Pub” and didn’t know where to look so I asked
So I started going up to every guy that had a goatee and asking them if they were Johnny.  I got a few quick no’s and then  one guy replied with
No, But I can be”
then another replied,
“No but I’ll help you find my Johnny”.
I quickly kept going and pleaded for help
He must have felt bad
I ran over there and met with him. He was very cool and lived up to his offer.
I then ran out and called for the wife and youngest to come and get them. I walked them to the show and then walked around the casino looking for a good machine to keep me company.  I ended up turning $100 into $200 and before I knew it the show was over.  On the way to the car The youngest tried to be cool and simply said, “It was cool”. That lasted until we hit the car. as soon as the door shut he couldn’t stop talking about it.
When they sat down the had great seats
Before the show began, a Jabbawokee  snuck up behind the boy and scared him. That made his night. As the show started, the wife said that a perm-a-grin was plastered on the boy’s face.  As Far as the show goes, the wife said “it was the best show she has seen in a long time”. I urge you to got to The Wifes Posts to read about the show. and her side if this story.
I can’t thank @JohnnyLasVegas and @montecarlovegas enough for making my youngest son’s night and helping my wife check another thing off of her bucket list. It means the world to me.
My apologies to John if this isn’t the review of the show that you were expecting. The review of the JABBAWOCKEEZ show at The Monte Carlo Hotel and Casino was written by my wife who attended the show and can be found on her blog in todays post “Crossing It Off The List”
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A Hacks Day Off

Posted in Crazy Families, Driving Basics, Home life, Kids, Random Info with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 16, 2011 by HackingVegas

I work long days and look forward to them ending every second of everyday. Thursdays (which are my Fridays) are the worse day of all. Every hour feels like 2 and I find myself instant messaging my wife every hour whining about how this day will never end while she’s nose deep in school with the kids (I’m sure she loves me butting in with my whining). Friday comes and she loves me enough to let me sleep in and lounge around the house until she’s done with school. Somedays I get up and tinker around the house trying to check off the mile long list of things I want to do to the house but mostly I enjoy doing nothing.

The last month or so I’ve been talking about making pies for dessert on my days off and have never gotten to it. My grandma handed down a family recipe to THE BEST pumpkin pie ever and my wife and kids fell in love with it. The recipe yields two pies and those last about one day unless we can control our oldest.  Over time, my wife has found that I always have extra dough left over when I’m done and has asked me to make her some cinnamon crisps with the left overs. That was easy until the youngest notices the same thing and asked that I make a cinnamon roll with the left overs. So to keep the peace, and ensure the youngest doesn’t get his hand chopped off for eating moms snacks, I make all three at the same time.  I have been asked when I plan to make these over and over for the last few weeks and have said, “this week I’m sure I will” one too many times I guess.

On Thursday night we went to the boys baseball practice like normal. Little did I know that while I was at work that day the wife and three kids got together and planned an attack. I was sitting there watching the oldest run drills when the first shot came over my bow.

Youngest: So are we going to the YMCA tomorrow after school mom?

The Wife: Yeah, that’s what we talked about.

Youngest: So we did enough in school today that we don’t have much for tomorrow?

The Wife: Yes you guys did good. We only have a few things to do and we’ll take off as soon as dad is done.

WAIT! What did I just hear? Did she say “once I’m done” ? Done with what? Tomorrow is my Friday, you know my day of rest and The Daily Show watching. I act like I don’t hear that hoping it will just go away but that first shot was just a warning shot. The full attack was on its way. The practice is over and we are driving home. She now has all her back-up in the car and I have nowhere to hide and my four-legged back up is at home (we have 5 dogs 4 of which live to serve me).

FIRE 1!

Oldest: So are we still on for tomorrow?

The Wife: Yeah let me just fill Dad in on the plan

FIRE 2!

The Wife: So tomorrow I told the kids we are going to the Y after school but before we do that I need you to do something.

ME: ooook what

The Wife: Well, we have had the stuff for pies now for over 3 month and still no pies

FIRE 3!

The Wife: So I’m waking you up at 7:30 with us and you are making pies while we are in school.

ME: aaaahhhhhh (thinking of a way out)

The Wife: No, you’re going to make them or else

The car starts to rumble as the wife and kids all surround me. In a desperate attempt to save myself I yell COP! They laugh at me as the wife fires the last and final shot. She says that I will only have peas and lima beans for dinner until their demands are met.

PEAS and LIMA BEAN! the worst two things on this earth. I’ll eat anything but those. So bright and early On Friday I got up to make the house their desserts and saved me from the death they call PEAS and LIMA BEANS.

To Speak Or Not To Speak, That Is The Question

Posted in Driving Basics, Random Info with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 22, 2011 by HackingVegas


Cab drivers wear many hats throughout the day. Much like bartenders, we hear and see it all. When I first started driving I thought my gift to gab would be one of my best assets. I could talk to anyone. I had enough knowledge about most topics that I could bullshit my way through any ride. It didn’t take long for me to fit right in as a seasoned hack in Vegas. I could tell you almost anything you wanted. If I didn’t know the right answer I made it up, sold it hard and looked up the info later. Oh wait, did I just give away a hack secret?

Time went on and I found myself becoming a different person with different backgrounds depending on who sat in the seat. I did well with this and made a good amount of side money because of my out going and all-knowing personality. I would have a fare sit in the cab and would bombard them with a series of questions to feel out who I needed to be to relate best with them. I would then get into that character and life went on like that for five to ten minutes at a time.

All was going well until I came I to work one day, I’m assuming sleep deprived, and just not in the mood to deal with anyone. I got my first fare and I don’t even think I said good morning. I simply asked “where to” and drove off not speaking a syllable until I got to the drop off point and told them the fare amount. I put my hand out and waited for some remark about my lack of personality and them to give me $13 on a $12.90 fare and ask for their dime back. But to my amazement, it was the exact opposite. I was handed a 20 and told to have a good day.

I sat there for a second trying to figure out what just happened and chalked it up to the fact that they must have just been nice. I got back into the cab and went to pick up my next fare. Still not being in the mood to deal with people, I treated the them the same and yet I got the same response. Ok this is just a fluke. No way am I making more money by not saying a word to these people. As the day went on, about 25 of the 30 fares that day gave me at least an $8 tip.

Being very confused as to what had happened that day, I got on the phone and called the wife. After braking the day down for her I hear a slight giggle roar of laughter coming through the phone. Not understanding what’s so funny about this, I asked why she was laughing? She replies simply,


Wife:     I’ve been telling you this forever. Just shut your big damn mouth.
Me:       What are you talking about?
Wife:     The more you talk, the less we listen. You talk too much and your fares  obviously think so too. So do us all a favor and shut your trap and make us some damn                             money.

Taken back from this news that the wife thinks I talk too much, (I swear I’ve never heard her say that before) I hang up the phone and start thinking. Is this true? Can I make more money by shutting up? I need to test this. Over the following weeks I tried talking to my fares and not talking to my fares to get a good average. And what do you know? I made more money by not trying to become who I thought they wanted me to be and by not making crap up as I go.  Nope! I made more money just sitting in the driver’s seat and driving.

Now of course this didn’t stop me from talking, but when I complained about have a slow tip day to the wife I would get the same response every time. SHUT YOUR DAMN MOUTH! I love her. Over the years I’ve found a good happy medium on talking. The made up stories are out the window for the most part and only used when a fare wants a good story that I just don’t have. I now read people to see if they are wanting to talk or not. But over the years I’ve found myself hiding in the residential dealing with locals.

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