Dottie has finally gotten her replacement laptop…and can now start catching up on some blogging.  Right now I want to hammer out one from our anniversary trip to Vegas (which was ASTOUNDING in so many ways!!)

We went down and walked into the new Planet Hollywood – because that’s new since the last time Buck was in Vegas, so he hasn’t seen it yet.  We just wanted to stop, check it out, look at their poker room and the tournaments they offer, all the normal stuff you do with a new casino on the strip.

We walked in from one of the mall entrances for the casino, and absolutely immediately I honed right in on it.  I don’t even think my eyes would have needed to be open – I think I might have just sensed that it was there.  I veered to the left and headed straight for it (thankfully there were no people blocking my path to it).  Right there in front of me was one of my two all time, yummy, sexy, dream above all dreams, most amazing, favoritest cars in the whole entire solar system.  I get all kinds of squirelly just seeing pictures of this thing…GAWD I love it.  So now, a handful of you know which cars we’re picking between here – I’m not horribly shy about my feelings or opinions.

We’re walking around, getting a really good look at it from all angles, I’m leaning as far as I can to get a better look at every piece of the interior (since the top was down), taking pictures from every angle – Craig’s kinda sopping up the drool paths I’m leaving behind….good times, good times.

After a few minutes this couple walks up and are also admiring this phenomenal piece of workmanship and perfection.  The lady, not surprisingly, asks “What is this?”
The guy’s response?  “I’m not sure, I think it’s some kind of Dodge.”

Stopped breathing.  That’s what I did.  I STOPPED BREATHING.  I was so stunned by his answer that my body forgot what it was supposed to automatically be doing on its own.  Because it wasn’t THAT car of the two that we might be discussing.  It was the other.  And to mistake one for “some kind of Dodge” should maybe fall under offenses for which it’s completely legal to just shoot on first sight.  I was torn between being physically sick that someone would say such a thing, or throwing something large and hard directly at his head.  Let me show you exactly what he thought might be “some kind of Dodge.”

Now, it’s possible that some of you who might be reading, aren’t really into cars….you might not know just from looking at the car what it is.  Or it’s possible that you may not recognize the mere shape of the emblem on the hood and have a HUGE light bulb go on over your head.  I’ve come to accept that there are some who fall into this category.  If that’s the case, and you might need to actually read what the emblem says.  Let me blow that up for you :

Right then.  So to review…IT’S AN ASTON FREAKIN MARTIN!!  “…some kind of dodge”?!?!  Aren’t boys inherently supposed to know about cars and such?  How exactly does one justify this mix up I ask??  James Bond does not drive a dodge. Edward Cullen does not drive a dodge.  I…you…there aren’t…but….I don’t even know what to SAY!!  Holy banoley.  He gets a big ‘ol “ding ding haver-FAIL”.

Now, that’s not to say there’s anything wrong with Dodge.  They are in fact, the makers of car 2.  But in order to get an Aston Martin (any model) confused with a Viper, one would need to be alcohol-poisoning-level-drunk, hanging upside down by one ankle, 60 feet in the air, in 240 degree weather, while being pelted with frozen water balloons.  In the head.  And then I’d still give them a suspicious squinty, furrowed brow look that questioned their having of a ding ding.

Some kind of Dodge indeed!