Yep, we moved in. As a matter of fact i’m even writing this from a fresh internet connection in our new home. So, after all the bitchin’ and whining it finally came together. Alltho I still don’t know what i owe the man on a monthly basis for some unclear reason, I am happy to report that we moved in without too much hassle, dropped all the boxes (which without the glorious help of Kikker, Ski and 77 would have not happened), ordered a pizza and after 4 hours of sleep ran off to the airport for a vacation.

For those of you who haven’t done it in a while, i highly recommend getting ur ass on a plane and the fuck out of daily life. I almost forgot how good that is. So good, that after being on the road for 28 hours (don’t ask me why it should take 28 hours to get from Amsterdam to Las Vegas) we totally forgot about the fact we just bought a house. As a lover of googie architecture and certain aspects of American culture in general, Vegas once again didn’t let me down; what a retarded place. Love it!! Agreed, it gets kinda empty after a while, but the publicly proclaimed max of two days we figure is waaaaaay too short. As if drinking everywhere and smoking inside combined with 24 hour flashing lights and fake tropical pools while temperatures never drop below 30 Celsius is not god’s gift to me. ts. The gambling part went past me however; last time i was there i only dropped some quarters and some pennies as i’m not a huge gambler. Sometimes i wish, ‘cause i always envy the people in movies that bet on whatever, whoever in their direct presence (i even tried forcing myself into it for rock n’ roll reasons, but no dice (yeah yeah pun etc. blahblah)) Anyway, they changed the system into paper tickets you have to validate and upgrade in a machine. Charm? gone. And all tho Antonio on some very hungover morning at burning man cast some spell that we should run into the very first casino starting with an M and bet 50 bucks on 33 black to make serious winnings, we unfortunately ended up on the other end of the strip a few days later, too wrecked to be bothered. We almost skipped Kahunaville and missed out on their tiki mugs, but my lovely wife had enough sense to redirect the child in me all tho she was the starving one.

Then food, sleep another stressy morning of getting up too early for my taste, some trickery in the airport that saved us a 7 hour layover in London and back home. Lots of boxes. Aah yes, we forgot, the house.

 (pics soon)