first trip to red rocks, never been to vegas
arrange in J tree to meet carload of friends "at Caesars Palace" not knowing how big it is
arrive Vegas. dis place is big!! we are never going to find them.
park miles away. walk to caeasars. man this place is the size of a small town. how are we gonna find them.
take elevator. door opens 2 floors up: they get on.
OR: J tree rest day. im chilling in my tent, my buddy Luc is hanging out by the fireplace.
car drives by slowly. stops. blonde woman is looking at Luc. neither of us know her.
her: "HEY YOU"
Luc: "eh, you mean me?"
her: "You are LOOKING AT ME aren't you?"
Luc: "No, I was just looking at de beau-tee-fool deserrt"
her: "It's OK, I think you are the guy I was looking for!"
Luc: "You werre looking for me? But why?"
Her: "Don't you know who I am?"
Luc: "Well, no, I do not know dat!"
Her: "But you are Robert, right?"
Luc: "Robert? Why do you call me dat? I am Luc! Who da hell arre you, lady?"
Her: Oops!
Turns out she was looking for some French-Canadian guy named Robert and when she saw our Canadian plates, figured it was us, and when Luc talked to her, she figured it must be him; apparently Robert knew she was supposed to be lookin' for him.... I was killin myself, I thought she was some kook who was going to drag Luc of for a quicky wedding or something.