Vegas Fail

Danny and Adam decided they wanted to go to Vegas for a night.

We had our hotel room booked at T.I., and our eatfests were all planned out.

Excitedly, we left Los Angeles around 8pm. It's a five hour drive.

So. Excited.




Of course I was still bummed that I had to lug my wheelchair along. Lame.



But the streets were traffic free. And we drove like the wind.



Danny started drinking Red Bull in anticipation of us arriving, gambling, and drinking all night long.



We watched Rent.



And sang along.



Loudly.



Three and a half hours into our journey, traffic suddenly slowed.




And then came to a complete halt.



We were just outside the Mountain pass between the California/Nevada border.

Traffic didn't move an inch for almost an hour.

We called around and listened to the radio to try to find out information.



Turns out California Highway Patrol CLOSED the mountain pass on I-15 (the only road between Los Angeles and Las Vegas) because of icy/snow conditions and was re-routing every single car from the Northbound I-15 onto the Southbound I-15. We looked ahead and there was at least a couple of miles of traffic ahead of us. This was going to take forever. And we weren't even going to make it to Vegas.



Meanwhile, there were no cars whatsoever going Southbound yet, since the mountain pass was closed.

So we took a chance. We were in an SUV. And we plunged into the ditch/median separating the Northbound and Southbound I-15.



Adam almost rolled the car as he tried to go up the semi-steep incline at an angle instead of going straight up it.

But after a few huge bumps and a little bit of screaming. We made it to the other side.



We were home free while everyone else was going to wait hours to be professionally U-Turned by the California Highway Patrol.



We were so supersadnessfaced...




But then Danny looked at the map.



And we realized we were only a few miles past Baker! Home of the Mad Greek Cafe.



We stopped for a midnight lambsnack.



And decided we were tired and it was too late to drive.



So we drove a few meters. And found the first and only sketchy motel.




We slept with a chair against the door, not that it would have done much were we to be attacked by axe murderesses.

Still...it was comforting.



EPIC VEGAS FAIL.