Upon arriving in Nevada we headed straight to the seafood buffet. Although I’m not a huge fan of buffets, I am a fan of crab legs. The fact that they are pre-sliced to make meat removal easier helps me see passed the sneeze guards and hungry for more.
Our cute little lesbian friend ditched her friends and joined us while we dined on plate after plate and bowl after bowl of crab legs and melted butter. I could have stayed for hours. Unfortunately, the buffet was only open for another hour or so and we had tickets to a concert. Another unfortunate was the fact that none of us really knew the time. Crossing state lines and times zones can be so confusing.
The confusion and crustacean consumption resulted in us being nearly an hour late for the concert. As we walked our full bellies into the concert hall we quickly learned our tickets were more than just gratis, they were VIP. We proudly took our seats and then took a look at the crowd. Just like on the bus we were the minority. “We’re surrounded by white hairs,” Respectable Professional said to me at or around the same time that Sleepless said, “Look behind us. Seniors.”
There were a lot of seniors at this concert, a lot. In addition, there were a lot of visibly full bellies. The reason for both, I believe, is simple: the mariscos. The blame is always on the mariscos.