A) Why their cars got towed, when nothing was marked with NO PARKING signs (there was a NO TRESPASSING sign, but that was it) and
B) Why the fuck didn't anyone give any of the people inside of the place a warning, a heads up over the P.A., something.
I mean, we knew the dude from the Mapes car got towed, but nobody mentioned that he had it parked in the Thunderbird Casino parking lot! The bartenders knew about it. The Casino Manager knew what was going on (Moe from The Dirty Panties pointed out that the Manager was hiding out in his office, avoiding the fracas going on outside), and more than a few people were more than furious at the fact that their vehicles got taken away, with no clear markings saying that if you parked in the parking lot, your car would get towed. The fucking greedy bastards, and at $275 a pop, you can see what a major cash generating scam this was. Major fucking bullshit, and I was glad that I didn't drive to the gig, but I felt sorry for Dean because he did. While Dean went with John and Brent from 1/2 Ast (their cars got towed too) to the Tow Yard, to get their vehicles out of car jail, me and Bob wandered around Las Vegas Blvd., covering all sorts of things with onethirtyeight.org stickers while walking around. We hung out in front of Talk Of The Town, putting Bob's newly purchased Mapes 7" inside the blouse of the Marilyn Monroe zombie mannequin thing that hangs out by the swings, Yeah, we were that bored. Bob decided to start swinging on the swing, which brought Security out to tell us that "Talk Of The Town is not a fag place. We do not promote homosexuality here." Apparently, Bob is a fag, and him swinging on the swings was promoting homosexuality... hahahaha Whatever. We hung out at the bus stop, chatting with people coming out of the strip club, waiting for Dean and Brent to come pick us up, and after they did, we stopped at an ATM to grab some cash to pay the $275 to get Dean's car out of the tow yard, and headed off down the road, dodging a few cop cars while driving down there. Once we did that, we said our good bye's to Brent and after getting Dean's car back, we headed off to Denny's, where Bob proceeded to drop an F-Bomb every4 seconds or so, and where he regaled a group of older black gangster looking people with the story of how DMX bought him a 40 ounce once, and how DMX owed Bob $30. Don't ask. We ate our food and headed out to the parking lot, were we were thankful that our car didn't get towed... heh heh. We dropped Bob off, and me and Dean headed home, laughing about the nights events. The false dawn was creeping over the mountain range. Typical Las Vegas ending. It was a good way to end a night that had it's Ups and Downs. Fun stuff.