During the Twinkie bit, “stuff” is spewed forth from a tube connected to each of their shirts.  They occassionally try to aim at the audience with this stuff, as it does come out quite forcefully.

Well, the one time I dress in nice clothes and figure, if we haven’t been hit in the past, what’s going to change?.... I get splattered with the goo.

Unfortunately, even if I had worn the plastic poncho, I reeally don’t think it would have helped, as most of the goo landed on my pantleg.  I found out about five minutes after the initial hit that not only did it hit my pantleg, but it also.. um, it also landed in my lap.  Right at the crotch.  I didn’t know this until I felt a cool wetness start to seep through the cloth.  Yes, eeeeewwwwwww!!!

I was pretty pissed off, but that is the risk one takes sitting in that section I suppose.  To my defense, I did try to block the incoming flying goo with the plastic poncho by holding it up like a shield.  Unfortunately, like I said eariler, that stuff flies pretty forcefully and it whipped right past the plastic.  Josh lucked out and only got it on his hand.  Me, and some other guy sitting next to me (who was, incidently, actually wearing his poncho), both got hit on the legs.  I wiped it off as best I could, and after the show let out, blocked my crotch with my purse for the walk back to the car.

When looking at the “damage” later, it looked like one of two things… either:  1) someone horked on my clothes, or 2) some other bodily fluid attacked me (that being, either a boogery sneeze, or something else, which I’ll leave to your own imagination).

But, that is what mashed bananas will do, I suppose.  Lesson learned, though.  I’ll now always wear the poncho, and tuck my legs up underneath the poncho, too, even if it looks silly!

On the way back from Vegas, we enountered awful traffic.  From the turn-off at Boulder City, until after the dam, traffic was practically bumper to bumper.  I think it took almost 1.5 hrs to drive maybe 10-15 miles?  It was really bad.

And then, on the last leg of the trip, the last stretch of open road before we reach our neighborhood, we get stopped in traffic because some truck was roiling in flames, and there was simply nowhere for us to re-route to… one lane in each direction and it was completely blocked off by the fire department.  Worse, we had to wait while a water truck came out as it was out in the open desert and there are no fire hydrants there.  I think that stopped us for about 30-40 minutes.  And we both had to pee really badly by then.  Gah!  Though it was kind of neat that they hoisted the smoking husk of the truck up onto a flatbed tow truck shortly after they put the fire out.  It hadn’t even had time to cool off yet and it was already being towed away.

But anyway, that was our weekend, along with Easter morning breakfast over at the mother unit’s house.  She posted a pic of the new addition to the family, her granddaughter/my niece.  Go check her out… she’s a cutie!