The Open Road.

March was about friends and the open road. Gina and Alex came to visit after a biking marathon, so we all met at the Mandalay Bay for brunch, which was excellent.

Still hungry for seeing some new places, Jen and I went to Kingman, Arizona for some Cracker Barrel, and then decided to travel Route 66.

I have an innate fascination with Route 66 (and any roadside kitsch, for that matter). It’s what I consider “The Last True Americana”, as it looks like something out a 1950′s timewarp that’s still by and large still preserved. I find it remarkably fun, so I’ll let the photos speak here:

Great old motels along the way.

Great old motels along the way.

Cool old shops with mannequins.

Cool old shops with mannequins.

Gas stations with old cars....

Gas stations with old cars….

I... have no clue.

I… have no clue.

An old style Dairy Queen.

An old style Dairy Queen.

After a few hours of driving, we made our way into Williams, Arizona.

In Williams, Arizona.

In Williams, Arizona.

Some old world famous theatre.

Some old world famous theatre.

We had arrived.

We had arrived.

Indian head carving.

Indian head carving.

And here’s where I stupidly decided to walk in the snow wearing only sandals.

Not… one of my best ideas.

But it was getting darker, and there was a long drive back to Las Vegas. But I got a few more shots of the neon lit up at night:

Beef.  It's what's for dinner.

Beef. It’s what’s for dinner.

Souvenir shop.

Souvenir shop.

Back in town, I was still working on American Idol. I did get to see the show properly, which led to getting sent this photo:

Where's Waldo?

Where’s Waldo?

Okay… so I photobombed Keith Urban and Nicki Minaj on live TV. *shrug*

Once done with the show’s run in Vegas, my friend Danny and his clan returned to visit, which meant late nights, and occasional memories as drinking and adventures allowed.

We did everything from pee on the Berlin Wall in the men’s bathroom of the Main Street Casino….

The whole back wall is an actual chunk of the Berlin Wall.

The whole back wall is an actual chunk of the Berlin Wall.

To get drinks at Frankie’s.

I had something called a "Witty Titty".

I had something called a “Witty Titty”.

It was a great, but fast trip, but I had to get back to writing assignments. I also got to see The Incredible Burt Wonderstone at the newly opened Galaxy Luxury Theater.

Best.  Seat.  Ever.

Best. Seat. Ever.

This is a standard seat at the theater. A standard, reserved seat with beer and wine service and popcorn with real butter. And now I can go to no other theater, so deep is my love for this place.

The movie was pretty decent. You can definitely see me in the scenes where Jim Carrey’s character is introduced. It was a nice little memory of me freezing my tuckuss off over a year ago, and getting a chance to say hello to Jim again.

Not as amazing as this shirt, I can tell you that.

Not as amazing as this shirt, I can tell you that.

It all seemed good. The ACMAs were coming back into town, I was getting things better organized around the house. Even a new job prospect had opened up that I had been following up on for quite some time.

And then April happened. And it’s where I am now.