Back On The Game Grid.

I recovered from my cold just in time to do another show: The Academy of Country Music Awards over at the MGM Grand. While not as incoherently wacky as my previous gig, I still had a good time, watching all the artists rehearse. I even got to watch a performance of Carrie Underwood and Steven Tyler from Aerosmith perform “Walk This Way”.

Crazy transforming light stage.

Crazy transforming light stage.

The show, also had a secondary show called The Women of Country”, an all-star female revue that once I was done with the work day, I got to see the show. Though to be honest, the best seats were during rehearsals.

The Women of Country.

The Women of Country.

This was another busy month, both socially and work… ily. It even snowed during the month, which was unheard of for this late into the year. But other than being a pleasant distraction, it didn’t last long. In the meantime, my old friend Chris came into town with his Navy band, so I got to watch him perform on Fremont, then we went out for drinks with his bandmates and fellow officers.

Reunited again.

Reunited again.

The group decided that big drinks with big tastes were in order, so we went to Mickie Finnz, a place that serves banana booze in a coconut carved to look like a monkey. Both Navy and these friendly Gothy type hipsters looked at me in amazement as I strolled back from the bar to the outside area, coconut in hand.

“I drink out of coconuts now”, I said, after taking a sip. “Coconuts are cool.”

Later on in the week, I decided to attend the grand opening of Insert Coin(s), a new video game themed bar, which was right up my alley considering that, before my work in the film industry, I worked in the video game industry for Midway Home Entertainment. Considering that the American arcade has been all but extinct for the better part of a decade, I was estatic to see someone trying to revive that sort of hangout.

Insert Coin(s) marquee.

Insert Coin(s) marquee.

Wall art.

Wall art.

The bar.

The bar.

The arcade.

The arcade.

D.J. Samus Butterpants.  Or whatever names hipsters give themselves these days.

D.J. Samus Butterpants. Or whatever names hipsters give themselves these days.

It didn’t help much that a new Mortal Kombat game came out for the month, sparking my feelings of nostalgia for “The Good Old Days”, when I used to collect a paycheck for handing out Fatalities.

"You got your spear in my ice ball!  You got your ice ball in my spear!"

“You got your spear in my ice ball! You got your ice ball in my spear!”

These days, I resigned myself to just handing out Fatalities for free on unwitting bar patrons. It’s funny the skills that never leave you….

But fun and literal games were over. The Museum was ramping up its first ever “Science Festival”, and event that kept me up to my eyes in meetings, cross-town drives, and whatever else cluster effery that they could conjure up on a moment’s notice. “Thrown under the bus” seemed to be the motto of the event when it came to my position.

At least the baby chickens we had been raising for the Easter edition of Weekend Science had hatched, and those little fellows were cute:

The original chicken nuggets.

The original chicken nuggets.

Since they had been so kind to donate them to us, we returned the newly hatched peepers to Gilcrease Animal Sanctuary, which is a really awesome habitat for abandoned animals, and is the closest thing Vegas has to a proper zoo.

Lots of birds.

Lots of birds.

And lots of goats.

Lots of goats.

Despite my even busier schedule at the Museum, I did get to work on the set of Lay the Favorite one day, and for a few weeks, that was as close as I got to a day off.

Junie attempts to guard my sanity.

Junie attempts to guard my sanity.