Fight Or Flight [Updated]

On February 13th I had to go to the courthouse for a speeding ticket I received last November.

I’ve only been to the Las Vegas courthouse about 4 times. 2 times for jury summons (never got picked), 1 time for my cousin, and then this visit.

It’s been awhile since I’ve stepped foot into the courthouse but when I entered I was immediately reminded of how depressing the place can be. It starts off with grabbing a tote to place your belongings into, then you wait in line to go through the metal detectors and have your items x-rayed and searched. What also doesn’t lighten the mood is having cops staring at everyone as if we’re all criminals (Yes, I know they’re there for our safety, but it’s just the presentation of it).

Anyways, when I made it through the entrance I decided to look for the traffic courtroom myself. It turned into a bad decision because I ended up waiting in front of the wrong courtroom. After I realized my mistake I walked over to the information desk and the ladies there pointed me to the other side of the building where the traffic court area was at and then I found myself waiting in a another long ass line.

As soon as I got to the front of the line, I thought it was to speak to a clerk. Nope. It was for me to grab numbered ticket, and then to sit down in a small overly crowded area and wait for my number to be called on. It stopped feeling like a courthouse and started feeling like I was at the DMV.

When my number was called, I walked up to the clerk, she asked for my ticket, and proof of insurance. When she scanned my all my papers (including my license), she then asked how I wanted to pay the fine (cash/credit/debit). I handed her my debit card, and that’s when it dawned on me, I’m paying off the ticket and I’m not going to see a judge.

“So I’m not going to see a judge?” I said to the clerk
“Well, I can cancel the transaction, and you can see the judge now” she said
“Maybe I’ll see the judge next time”
“Are you sure?”

Now, I was tripping over some of my own words and getting nervous because of what I was asking for. Somehow, I stuck to my guns and asked to see a judge. She canceled the transaction, and printed a piece of paper with an official court order, and gave me the directions to the lower level courtrooms to see the judge.

I took the elevator downstairs, found my courtroom, and sat down outside waiting for the Marshall to let me and another guy inside.

When we were let in, I was told to sit in a chair off to the side in the actual courtroom.

The judge called my name and told me to stand in front of him.

“How do you plead?” The judge said.
“What are my options?” I asked.
“Not guilty, guilty, or no contest”

It was there that I froze. I mean, standing in front of a judge, about to be judged is very intimidating. Seriously, I got all ‘palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy’. My nerves got the best of me, and I chickened out on “fighting” the law.

“No contest” I said.

My judgement? No points, pay the fine, and the offense reduced from speeding to illegal parking.

Yes, I chickened out but I still went to see the judge. Even though I didn’t plead my case, I still ended up with a lower charge. Anyways, that’s pretty much my court experience. It’s not a good one, yet not a bad one either. I think I’ll file it under an “interesting experience”. I just don’t want to see a courthouse for a long time.

[Added 3/15/17]

Ha, I can’t believe I forgot to tell you what happened later that day. This is going to make it an even LONGER post but I try to keep it short. A couple of weeks before my court date when I was requesting the day off to “fight” my ticket, I also found out that WWE RAW was going to be on that same day. At first I wasn’t serious about going when I checked out the available seating because only the upper arena seats were being sold. Then a couple of days later I checked again and now there were floor seats available. In that moment I said “treat yo self” and purchased my floor tickets to RAW.

Took an Uber to the event and spent a good hour or so exploring around T-Mobile Arena. It seems pretty small compared to the Thomas and Mack Center. Food and merchandise was completely overpriced (bought chicken bites with fries and a drink for $15). Overall it was a really good event/experience. My only complaint was that the floor seats were all chair seats taped together which made sitting down really close to the other fans sometimes uncomfortable. Also, there was someone who hella smelled like swamp ass, and every time we stood up to cheer then sat back down the stank was back in the air.

The Catch Up

Ugh. I really need to stop procrastinating on making blog posts. Lots of stuff has happened since my last update, and now I wish I posted each time those events were happening while it was all fresh in my head. Oh well, the only pictures and videos I have are of my San Francisco trip, that’s good enough I guess. Anyways, here’s what happened to me so far.

In August, I was in Jerry’s wedding. Everything went perfect… Well, everything except for ONE thing. I’m being really “biased” on this because it had to do with me. You see I was given the task of the “Best Man Speech” without being the Best Man. About 2 weeks before the wedding I would jot down different ideas and whatnot. Fast forward to the actual wedding, I had a bunch of scribbled up notes, and in the heat of the moment I said “Fuck it” and winged the whole thing. If you asked me how it went, the replay in my head has me standing for 10 minutes saying “Uhhhh”. I’m probably hella judging it really harshly, I bet it’s really not ALL that bad… You know what? Scratch that, my speech hella sucked. If you’re ever in that position please prepare WAY ahead of time. Well at least I can say the speech I gave qualified as an item on my Bucket List. I’ll go ahead and cross off “Address a speech to at least a hundred people”. It didn’t have to be a good speech, just A speech haha. (There is a video of my speech, and NO, I’m not going to post it.)

In late October my employment status changed from Temp to being hired on full-time. One thing that I really love about the place is the co-workers. I’m surrounded by a bunch of like-minded nerds and it really makes working enjoyable.

In November, I went to the Bay Area. I was supposed to attend a surprise Birthday party for an elderly Aunt but there was a change of plans, and I didn’t get to go but something else did happen. I got to hit up one of my favorite buffets called Hot Pot City, then walked around the 49ers museum at Levi’s Stadium. Then the next day a bunch of family members came over and we had ourselves an early Thanksgiving. On my last day, got a sandwich from Little Luccas, and then hit up Baker beach then made it back to the my cousin’s house in time to watch the Warriors play/WWE Survivor Series. It was a small yet very awesome trip.

That’s not even all the photos I took. All the pictures from my trip are in the gallery and can be viewed here. Before I go I’d like to say Happy New Year to everyone, and that one of my New Year Resolutions is to travel A LOT. Next post I’ll make a list of places I would like to go, and hell, maybe I’ll even go get my damn passport renewed. Anyways guys, be safe, and don’t treat people like shit. Make this New Year a good one, no matter what. Later.

Phoenix Trip Explanation

At almost every job that I’ve had I experienced burnout. You see in my mind being a “good” employee was taking on as much work as possible, while rarely taking any breaks and time off. What usually ends up happening is I’ll start missing out on important life events. I’ll be skipping out on celebrating many things with family and friends, while also never getting to say my goodbyes at funerals. Eventually, it’ll hit me hard that I’m being overwhelmed, and sooner or later my anxiety/depression kicks in, and now it takes an enormous amount of energy just to get out of bed.

So lately I decided to change some of my ways. The new me was going to take breaks and time off away from work as much as possible. I now don’t care how much of a “lazy” employee it makes me look like, my health and well-being is more important than anything. So with all that being said about 3 months ago I randomly started planning on a trip. I didn’t know what I was going to do, and just so happened to look up SF Giants games. At first I wanted to see if I could catch a game with them playing against the LA Dodgers or the SD Padres but those were all mid-week games. Then I found out on the weekend of July 17th-19th they would play against the Arizona Diamondbacks.

I planned out my trip as leaving early morning, arrive at Phoenix around Noon-ish, go exploring around the city, go check into the hotel, and be at the ballpark probably an hour before the game starts at 5:10pm.

Everything about the plan was pretty solid, and the only thing left for me to do was follow through with it. On the night before the trip I decided to go to bed early and get some extra sleep. What really ended up happening was I was more excited about the trip, and couldn’t sleep. I forgot what time I slept, but when I woke up, it was past 11am, and by the time I got ready and was out the door it was already Noon.

So after the late start, I was finally on the road. The drive there wasn’t too bad, and the only other delay I had was about an hour outside of Phoenix. It was about a 6 car accident caused by extremely bad weather (the accidents was so bad that they had a chopper land on the highway) . The detour probably tacked on about 45 minutes to my trip.

When I finally got to my hotel and was checked in, it was 4:45pm. I just quickly dropped everything off in my room, and left for Chase Field. I didn’t know where there stadium was exactly at, and when I saw it was located Downtown Phoenix, my mood went from “I’ll be a little late” to “I’m going to be hella late”.

Since it was Downtown, I couldn’t find any free parking at all. The only lots available to park costs $20, I didn’t have any cash on hand, and there was no convenience store around. I had to drive like 5 miles outside of town, finally came across an ATM at a 7-11, and drove all the way back to spend $20 bucks just to park, not even having made my way into the stadium yet.

I parked, and walked. It wasn’t too far, but the humidity was high. Making my way up to the stadium I kind of got nervous pulling out my ticket cause it was printed on paper instead of an actual ticket stub. I got in line, the lady scanned it, and I successfully got in.

The time was now around to 6pm. Running late, I didn’t have any time to walk around Chase Field, I immediately tried to find my seat. While I was on my way towards my section, it was a Star Wars night and I kept bumping into a bunch of Stormtroopers, Darth Vaders, and other various characters. I found it hella funny that I saw an advertisement for that themed night on one of the TVs I was passing by and the SF Giants were pictured as the Dark Side.

It was in the 4th inning when I finally reached my seat (between 1st base & away team bullpen) and there was a lady sitting in it. She was with her family, and when I asked her to please move, I saw she was kind of disappointed that I showed up because she now had to “squeeze” in with me. It was all fine because when she moved over, and I sat down, there was still plenty of space between us. I eventually started up small talk with them and found out they live in Arizona but are from Daly City, and Sacramento. We started talking more about the SF Giants seasons, and The Bay Area. Overall they’re pretty cool people.

While I was sitting and watching the game. Looking around I noticed Chase Field is kind of amazing. Really more of the retractable roof it has and how the A/C can blast pretty high and instantly get rid of the humidity. The SF Giants dominated that game, and by the 7th Inning Stretch, I decided to get up and do a small walk around. I went to the snack bar, ordered a small $1.50 hotdog (really worth it), and the $6.50 hotdog (hella NOT worth it) with a small soda on the side. I stood off in an area on the side and was just people/Star Wars character watching, it was nice.

After the game, I went back to the hotel. I was HELLA tired from driving, and being at the ballgame. I fell right asleep, but in the middle of the night I woke up with my ride side hurting pretty bad, it was to the point of where it was causing me to have a shortness of breath. I eventually fell back asleep but still woke up with the same problem. I didn’t have medical insurance at the time so I toughed it out, ate breakfast at some hole-in-the-wall diner, and drove home.

I found out it was a pinched nerve causing that problem. You know how I know? I woke up Monday morning, had a good sneeze (which I thought was going to be painful), but felt the nerve shift into where it was supposed to be and I could all of sudden breathe with no problems. It was disgustingly satisfying.

After that Phoenix trip, I felt like I needed to do more things. So, I’m going to start doing more random adventures. If it seems fun, and is a unique experience, I’ll probably do it.

Security Gig

My very first security gig was on Friday, and let’s just say it was pretty interesting.

It was held at Mike Tyson’s former mansion and it was mostly a gathering for a bunch of online celebrities (vine, youtube, twitter, etc…). Well, in this event all the online celebs were being referred to as Influencers, sure whatever.

I wasn’t posted at the mansion but around the corner at a bar where the guests parked their cars to be shuttled off to the party. All I had to do was make sure whoever used the shuttle had an armband on, if not kick them off. A very easy gig.

I still find it weird to see someone you’ve only seen on TV/Internet, and then seeing them in real life. I think it has to do with the saying “camera adds 10 pounds” because when seeing that person in real life they’re always so much smaller. An example I have (and I wish I had a picture for it) was when there was a group of people waiting for the shuttle to arrive, I saw a kid standing off to the side wearing a purple and black suit with a pompadour hairstyle. In my head I was like “Damn, who is this kid? And where are his parents?”. The shuttle came, the group got on but the kid got left behind (no room in the van). The kid then threw a fit, called somebody at the party, and got a personal shuttle to show up. I was thinking “Damn that kid MUST be somebody”, and he was cause later I found out by the ladies checking-in people that that was Drake Bell.

You know what’s also weird? Seeing someone who has celebrity status getting put through normal people problems. Timothy DeLaGhetto and his friends (probably other online “influencers”) got stuck with me at the bar. They were done partying at the mansion and didn’t have a ride back to their hotel room. He called for a taxi but it was a 1 hour wait so he declined it thinking he’ll find a quicker way to catch a ride. Well, an hour and a half later he’s still at the bar with me. Tim and his friends were pretty cool, always crackin’ jokes. In the end they did call for a taxi and waited for it at McDonalds down the street.

Besides my family working security, I made some new friends with people who were working the event. I met an actual Las Vegas native girl (forgot her name but she checked people in) who was pretty cool. D-Rock (Darren, a shuttle driver) who is extremely into Burning Man and kept telling me to show up to that event with the promise of booze, a tent designated for orgies only, and putting together an “atomic bomb” made out of wood to burn up. Krista (Another shuttle driver) who kept telling me that she’s going to kill herself by jumping off the Hoover Dam cause I was guessed her age hella wrong by saying she’s looks 40ish. And Maddie (another check-in worker) who is this cool ass Canadian chick who I kept having to convert Fahrenheit to Celsius for her, at least she knew the imperial system.

I would’ve taken pictures of the event but the camera on my phone is broken. I’m bout to order me another phone soon. So if you want to see the pictures from the event go look up the hashtag TinHouse on twitter, you’ll see who was there and what the place looked like.

Downtown Lens Test

Last night I went Downtown to the Griffin with Reno. He went for the dranks, and I went to test out my new Canon 50mm f/1.8 lens. Overall, I’m hella happy with the results.

As you can see the pictures are in or around the Griffin. I didn’t walk around Downtown and take pics… I still gotta work on that shyness. I mean it’s fun people watching but it’s very hard trying to capture those moments. Oh and before I go, doesn’t the bassist guy look like Frank Fritz from American Pickers? You decide! I’m out.

2013 Rugby 7s

I got good news and bad news.

First the good. I finally got the gallery up and running, and I also uploaded all the photos I took for the Rugby 7s here in Las Vegas.

You can view the Rugby album HERE.

The bad news is that when my gallery went down awhile ago, I was editing some stuff and killed off all the pictures. Seriously. The only album I have now is the Rugby 7s. I’ll be uploading everything else later.

And that’s about all I have to say about that.