Extra! Extra!

Yes, that's right. I am an official movie extra. This weekend in Pahrump, they were shooting the party scene with the local "elite". (Umm...more on that whole "elite" thing later.) I got to be part of the background and help out with the movie's product placement obligations. (Corona, Cervesa mas fina!) I can now officially scratch "being in a movie" off my list. So, here it is...my debut on the silver screen.


Wow, exciting and glamorous, eh? Yeah, not really. It was COLD! If you squint really hard you might be able to see my goosebumps in the movie theater. ;-)

So, on to other news in Pahrump... A genuine storm came through on Thursday/Friday and dumped a heap of white stuff on Mt. Charleston. I have decided I should visit it in the near future, preferably via the dirt road on the west side of the mountain, which would build much more character than the convenient paved roads on the other side!


This here is the World's Tallest Ice Cream Stand.


They make some gosh darn huge banana-splits. (No, it isn't photo-chopped.)


Rumor has it that someone in the household prepared a Filet Mignon dinner, complete with wine and cheese starters, a fancy-shmancy salad, steamed and lightly seasoned broccoli, those fancy little red potatoes, topped off with vanilla ice cream and homemade strawberry sauce. All in all, it only required a hundred pounds of kitchen utensils and plates brought from home, but it was worth it for an entirely Pahrump-free dinner!


And of course, what's a dinner date without a movie? Problem is, the nearest movie theater to Pahrump is in Vegas. Conveniently, a midnight sortie to Narnia across 60 miles of desert is no problem when you stay up all night! We tried to make it a double-feature, but the projector broke 5 minutes into Indiana Jones. :-(

I think I should note that the limos in Vegas are getting just as obnoxious as the hotels. I wonder what it would cost to rent this little gem? I'll bet there's a basketball court in there, or something.

Sadly, Monday evening came far faster than we expected. My car was getting antsy, and wanted to go for a run. See it sitting there? It's saying, "C'mon, c'mon, let's go! Can we go? huh? huh? I wanna go play! Faster, faster!" If it had a tail, it would be wagging it.


My plan was to wait as long as I could until all the other Memorial Day travelers had already gone home. I made some excellent speed through the remote parts of the drive. (Gosh, how did that happen? Those numbers must be kilometers per hour, yeah, that's it.) You can see that my eager steed and I met some resistance about 1-1/2 hrs into the trip.

As a favor to the motoring public, I think you should join me in writing our senators, insisting on the removal of the agricultural checkpoint. They did nothing but wave drivers through, and in the process made a bumper-to bumper line of cars nearly 15 miles long.