Happy Birthday roadrash, SmokedBMW23
 

2 members are celebrating their birthday on 06-06-2015:

-roadrash (Age: hidden or unknown)
-SmokedBMW23 (Age: hidden or unknown)


Happy Birthday!

Happy Birthday in Reno! I hope you are having a blast this weekend! :cool:

Thanks! It was the best birthday ever! I can't say what I did because "what happens in Reno, stays in Reno." LOL

Happy Birthday

A statement like this means we will speculate with imaginative glee until the truth is revealed...

My first speculation is as follows;

You de-plane in Reno with both William Shatner and Kaley Cuoco, being you are a major player in the Priceline game...

A hatchback limo awaits on the tarmac, ready to whisk you away to your first destination... The interior is Purple Satin...

In the back of the Limo is a Stripper Pole with... *



*At this point, I respectfully request another member to complete a portion of the adventure monologue, followed by another brave soul who can contemplate what happened next.. Remember Roadrash is both a rock star and a ti owner... The heavens converged to conceive this creation.

LMAO... OMG... I nearly choked on my cereal... that's hilarious! LMAO

Certain elements of that story are similar to the truth. heh heh But, I'm retired from the rock star thing... haven't sung with the band in around 18 months. Gave away all but 2 suits several months ago.

In the back of the Limo is a Stripper Pole with a midget stripper boxer named Darlene, and Clarissa, an gorgeous Eurasian woman who whispers that she is your host for this weekend, holding a bottle of Patron in one hand and an Elvis suit in the other. (Strange, the suit looks exactly like the one I have at home you're thinking...)

As the lights in the cabin dim, the first six shots of Patron goes down smooth, the massage you're getting from Clarissa is soothing, while Darlene puts on her sultry routine. You notice the song on seems to be 'Hotel California'. Strange....

Around shot eight, it made damm sense to don the Elvis suit. Hell, I'm in Vega... Uh, Reno! Finally, you pull up to the Purple Satin. Your entourage enters the main room where..... *


* Next.. :cool:

LMAO... you guys are killin' me. Once the momentum of the story creation dies, I guess I'll be required to 'fess up to the truth, huh?

I'll give you a teaser though... I was in Reno for 30 hours... only slept about 1 of those, but was in bed for about 10 hours. And none of that is what you're thinking. LOL

Lol, seriously I had originally ended the first part with "a midget stripper is dancing around the pole..." Thanks for reading my mind!

The spotlight spins around and highlights your troupe. The Emcee turns and points directly at you and announces over the PA.. "Ladies and Gentlemen, let's give a rousing welcome for "The Purple "P" Elvis, and his crew, the Chartreuse Chanteuses!!!"

The house turns towards you, gasps with delight and breaks into a happy cheer of "Purple P-Elvis, Purple P-Elvis, Show us your moves, and make us jealous!", an obvious homage to you from your smash hit "Chihuahuas".

The house band kicks it into gear, the Patron kicks into your brain, the Emcee gestures broadly towards the stage, and everything starts to fit into place...

"This is where I was meant to be all along", you tell your self, as your entourage guides you to the stage, with Clarissa on one side, and Darlene using her kickboxing skills to clear a path through the adoring masses, and your eyes focus on the gleaming silver microphone, waiting for you at center stage.

Just as you reach the steps leading onto the stage, you turn towards the crowd to wave on their encouragement, and something catches your eye off to the right side of the room. Your head snaps quickly back towards the far wall just in time to see... *





(*Carry on!)

Your head snaps quickly back towards the far wall just in time to see the hardwood floor racing towards your head. As your body slams the stage the realization that the liter of Patron so quick, so good, was way over the top...

"Dammit Clariss....." (Fade to black... )

(Fade to light..) you are sprawled face down in bed. What appears to be blue paint stains the sheets and most of your face. WTF happened... Where am I? Am I missing a tooth? How'd I get this "Darlene Forever" tattoo across my chest?

God, it feels like I just slept for an hour, yet it's getting dark again. Have I been laying here for 10 hours? And what's with the goat?!? The mime in the armchair isn't saying a thing, I wonder if he has something to do with the paint.

Where the hell is Darlene?!? (Thinking, "Damm this is a big room... Who's paying for this?" Why is it I care about Darlene? :confused:) it's then the doorbell rings and the pounding on the door starts, the Mime looks startled. The goat is panicking. "Dammit, where's my Elvis pants?. The door bursts open and ... :eek: *

* Next :cool:


Adding to this story is easy if you just recall your last trip to Vegas, Hong Kong, Manila, Dallas, Rio, Atlantic City or Tokyo. :cool:

You forgot Pasadena in that list...

Haha! Fantasy, not nightmare locations.

Now, will we hear how Roadrash actually got the Darlene Tattoo? And what happened to Clarissa is what I want to know... :cool:

At least the Japanese food was good in Pasadena, better than the BBQ... Clarissa was the Femme Fatale in the last Bond movie, no?

Darlene, well I suspect that will have to wait for the Purple P-Elvis posthumous memoirs, I am afraid...

Ya, you're right about the Japanese food. Do over. My reference to Pasadena was trying to get the friggin broken studs out for track day. Were you thinking otherwise?

Clarissa? 6'2" strawberry blond Eurasian figment of my imagination. Or was that actually Tokyo...? It's all so blurry...

Haha! This totally got out of hand. Lucky we three didn't actually get together in Reno... :rolleyes:

Oh, and by the way, the math adds up like this;

Arrival from flight = 1 hour
Limo ride = 1 hour
club scene and aftermath = 10 hours

There are 18 hours left to this "story" that need to be told...