On Friday night I went to the Stratosphere with P&AF and his friend, who we'll call "That Guy," of course, TG for our purposes. We wanted to go on one of the rides, so we bought the ticket up the elevator to the observation deck. We went on the X-Scream ride, which was very cold, but pretty fun. The ride is designed to make you think that you are about to go hurtling from the top of the Stratosphere with a dozen other unlucky people. I definitely screamed, but it didn't end up being the bad idea that I thought it was before the ride began. P&AF and I liked it; TG seemed pretty much unaffected by the whole thing. I swear that when we looked at the pictures they take while you're on the ride at the scariest part, he appeared to be sitting on a park bench. Surprisingly neither P&AF nor TG got sick---even after the half frozen blue Mermaids drinks they had consumed beforehand. Afterwards we had to take the elevator back down. The elevator attendant was discussing the lack of customers he had seen that evening. He figured that it was because it was rather windy, and only one ride was open. He then went into a little tale about a Las Vegas Tornado Warning.
Elevator Attendant: "Yeah, so one day, I came into work, and they told us there was a tornado warning."
Skeptical Passenger: "A tornado in Vegas?"
Elevator Attendant: "Yeah. It was weird. I mean, the sky was completely clear and blue. They just told us that we needed to watch out for the tornado."
Seriously?
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