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Bad Boys, Bad Boys – Whatcha’ Gonna Do? – Angela and I are coming for you!

13 Oct

Now I know you have been waiting for it so without any further delays – The 3am Undercover Sting Operation. This is going to read like an episode of cops and that is exactly what it was like. It’s also long- no  real long – so be prepared. You might as well go grab a snack and a drink. It would also be appropriate to play the song “Bad Boys” on your computer while reading this. Just click play on the youtube video and then scroll down…  🙂

To quickly recap for readers who haven’t followed all of our blog antics over the last few months – (you can always visit our archives if you want to take a look-see) Angela and I went on a live blogging road trip in July. We started in California- drove through Nevada, Arizona, Utah and Colorado before turning back and making a 5 day pit stop in Vegas.  Vegas provided its usual heat and entertaining environment. Gorgeous people by the Hard Rock pool, great food, music etc; Overall it was a very good time – minus one serious hang over. Ugh. On our third night in Vegas someone stole my brand spanking new iphone 4.  Below is the tale of how we got it back and send one convict back to the slammer. Really – not kidding. Don’t mess with us…that’s all I’m sayin’.

So at about 1:30am Angela and I left Vanity Nightclub located inside the Hard Rock and headed toward the valet with the intention of heading to another hotel. 1:30 in Vegas is still quite early and we weren’t quite ready to call it a night. We had also spent most of the day doing a whole lot of nothing besides lying around – so we had some energy to burn through. I was wearing skin-tight white jeans. You know the kind that are so tight you can barely fit anything in your pocket? We handed the valet our ticket and sat down on a planter box ledge to wait for the car. Well those damn pants were so tight I couldn’t sit with my phone in my pocket and neither of us were carrying a purse to put it in so I set it down right besides me. I mean right besides, like nearly touching my leg. I am in love with my iPhone….it’s always near by.  We started chitty chatting with one of the valets and next thing you know- car is there. We hop in, buckle up and pull out. I did feel like something was missing but when I looked over at where I had been sitting, the phone wasn’t there and I assumed I had dropped it into my purse when I grabbed it out of my trunk right before we’d gotten into the car. I dismissed the gut feeling. Big no no in hindsight.

See that teeny tiny pocket. It’s all the pants fault.

We pull into the Venetian and as we are sitting in the car waiting for the valet to come over I ask Angie to call my phone. I can’t find it in my purse and I’ve now assumed it has fallen out of the pocket of those way to tight jeans and nestled itself into a crack between the seat or something. I need to stop assuming things clearly. She dials and we hear no ringing in the car. Next thing you know a man answers the phone. (from this point on we will refer to said man as “The Robber”. )Angie says hello and tells him that he has our phone. The Robber says and I quote “I ain’t got no idea what you talkin’ bout’ I just bought me this phone in front of the Hard Rock for two hundred dolla’s, now if you want it I willing to sell it to you for $300. ” Angie tells the guy. This has got to be a joke. Where the hell are you – she demands to know and then says that it’s to bad that he ‘paid’ for it and that it  is our phone and that we are coming to get it and he is going to give it back. It is at this point that I intervene and grab her cell out of her hand. I’m thinking that her tactics and line of questioning isn’t going to get to far with a robber speaking ebonics. I pretend to cry and babble some crap about needing it for work and being devastated and then I tell him I will pay him whatever amount he wants. Pick a meeting spot, I will go to the ATM and then meet him with the dough. He says ” I already in sum trouble wit da’ law..don’t you go playin’ wit me. You best not be messin’ wit me. I’ll sell you your phone back lady, but don’t screw wit me- I just want my money back that I paid for it”  I assure him – I am not screwing with him. I’ll pay him and get the phone and we will both go our own merry ways. Now for a second it did cross my mind to just pay him. Then I thought- oh hell no. He is not getting away with this crap and I am not giving him a penny. I knew he hadn’t paid for the phone and that clearly he had stolen it. We had just left the Hard Rock 5 minutes ago. There is no way someone else could have stolen it and found a buyer in 5 minutes.

 Oh s*!t. What the hell are we going to do? My plan was to just drive to where he was- I would insist on a well-lit public meeting area – use my persuasive powers, long lashes and tears to get it back and then head home. That was not a good plan and this is why it is always advisable to have another member on your team to run your plan by. Angie yelled at me – Are you freaking crazy? He could have a gun – he could try to grab us.  Meanwhile the valet had now gotten in on the planning and is standing over us repeating “you need to call the cops…you need to call the cops”  The Robber has given me a short window of time to meet him. We are panicking and feeling the pressure of the tiny time window. We need a better plan than my earlier one.  

We pull out of the Venetian panicked with our adrenaline running. We have decided to call the cops, Angie insisted 600 times and if necessary try to buy more time with the robber with some crappy excuse about the ATM or needing to get our card out of our hotel room. Whatever is necessary. I didn’t take all those acting classes for all those years for nothing. First thing we do is call the Las Vegas Police Department. The lady who answers the phone sounds like a broken record from New Jersey- uh huh- yah- uh huh- yah- so what your telling me is that someone stole your phone…uh huh- yah -uh huh- yah.. I finally say – look lady. We are going to meet this criminal and perhaps his gang of merry bandits -we are tiny little caucasian females that are pretty cute, going some scary dark place at 2:30 in the morning in Sin City to meet a robber and if an officer isn’t sent quickly to meet us … well then if anything happens to us-  its on your conscience and you should take this more seriously. Also we are in a hurry because the Robber who seems to be running the show is paranoid and has only given us a tiny window of time before he bails out- with my brand new phone. Well alrighty then- her tone did most certainly change instantly – she asked for our exact location and told us  pull over and wait for just  few minutes. I again stressed that we did not have much time.. meanwhile the Robber kept calling me on the other line of Angies phone “where you at? where you at? you best not be playin’ me – don’t you be callin’ the cops, if i see a cop im runnin and u never gonna get this phone back- no cops-im putting the phone in a brown bag – i give you the bag – you give me the money” and my friends have also all started calling Angies phone. He is going through my phone book calling people. It just keeps getting better and better.

So we follow instruction and  are waiting in the parking lot of a hotel right down the street from the Hard Rock – the Las Vegas PD didn’t waste anytime and were there in seconds it seemed. We de-briefed em’ then we came up with a plan. They are going to follow us into the parking lot of CVS- keeping some distance and lurking behind, then as the guy walks up to meet me they are going to speed up- jump out- and get em’. Oh my gosh- we cannot believe this is happening. This is a true story people. It was straight out of a movie. Now I must add- by this point in our blogging history most of you know Angela’s personality well and know that she is high anxiety and worries quite a bit. It’s fair to say that this was a high stress situation and she was in fine worry form. But she was also in it to win it – and went right along with the plan. Undercover sting operations involving you and your BFF don’t happen everyday.

By the way – THANK GOD WE WERE 100% SOBER…. this is another reason to never drink and drive. You could need the police to help you with something…you never know when you are going to get robbed and have to track down the villian and have your own undercover sting operation. I’m just sayin’…..

This whole cop rendezvous only takes 2 minutes- they understand that the Robber is impatient and will jump ship if he suspects anything – and taking way to long would be a red flag. Speaking of the Robber – he calls again. “Where you at? What’s taking so long?” I begin reassuring him again – gee this is a needy paranoid criminal. I also tried to get some info out of him regarding what he looked like or what he was wearing so I could give it to the cops now following us. All he would say is – “I’m black- you don’t need nothin’ more – don’t worry bou’t what I’m wearing. I’ll see your car and come to you.” I guess he was also a teeny tiny bit smart. Or should I say he’d probably done this before.

Now please keep in mind we were partly doing this for you our loyal reader. Not for the story factor but the phone was full of pics from our road trip and we needed them for the blog. What’s a blog without pics? Speaking of which – we only have two pics of the Robber and you will find them below….

We see the CVS parking lot. Our blood is pumping. I think Angie may of actually started to do a little hyperventilating. Cop car is trailing 3 cars back. Nerves nerves nerves. We got this – we can do it. We are getting that brand new – way to expensive- you have to wait forever to get one iPhone 4 back.   I make the right into the parking lot and Angie and I start scanning for a criminal. I have him on the phone and am making sure he sees us pull in. Oh yes…. Angie was  also very concerned he would try to carjack my brand new BMW. The Robber says ” I see you..I see you..ok head toward CVS- Ok keep going straight – OH SHIT- Dam you- you have the cops with you – I see them right behind you.  Lady I told you no cops- no cops! Dammit! ” Did I mention that everytime I talked to him I could also hear him chewing gum like he had been up on speed for 3 days. Now I hear- wind- running- breathing- and gum chewing. Crap Crap Crap! Our plan was unraveling right before my eyes. Next thing you know the coppers go speeding past me- whip around a corner, the police car fishtales and then comes to a screeching halt.  Then they  jump out of their car and start running. Next thing you know- they’ve got the suspect on the ground- hands pinned behind his back – and as he lifts up his head I can see that he is chewing his gum like a madman. BINGO Bitches! Oh we got him. The plan worked..the plan worked! Praise sweet  little baby Jesus for the plan and the cops.

Now the bad news. He didn’t have my phone on him. But those cops are sneaky. They told him some story about having him on tape stealing the phone from the Hard Rock so he might as well confess. Meanwhile – as one cop detained him- one started looking for the phone. We figured it couldn’t be far. Fortunately the ringer is very very loud. I started calling it over and over and 15 minutes later the cop walks out of CVS waving it in the air. The Robber had run into CVS and thrown it into a bin of candy. Also CVS had him on film. Booyah!! There wasn’t a scratch on it. The officers did get a full confession out of him and then found out he was out of prison on parole no less. Yah- too bad for the Robber. It was not his lucky day. He was headed right back for the slammer. Do the crime..do the time. He should have known better. His parole officer said he had just gotten out of prison for stealing as well.

So how did he get the phone in the first place you might be wondering??? Apparently as I was sitting on the planter ledge waiting for my car and  talking to the valet, the Robber had slyly walked past-and picked it up right under my nose. He must have been very good at his thieving because we did not even remember catching a glimpse of him. You would think we would have remembered a 6’3 250 pound black man, with a jerry curl, wearing a bright green track suit top and big gold chains standing next to us. But nope we hadn’t even noticed him. The valet guy that we were talking to was very very cute however.  The funniest thing about it all – and the reason why ultimately I believe we got the phone back- was that we got stuck in the valet area for at least a few extra minutes after the car came looking for and trying to get change for a $100 bill to tip the valet – not the cute one- but the one who had hustled in the 95′ heat to get our car. We really wanted to tip him and the extra time we spent trying to get change gave the Robber a nice long head start on his get away. Had I noticed the phone right away I would of screamed or something and Hard Rock security that was out front would have been on it instantly. So while we were trying diligently to reward someone for a job well done- we were being robbed and our perpetrator was getting away. Funny how karma works.

By the time all the paperwork was done it was 4:00am. We had promised to keep the Venetian valet informed as to what happened…he was very concerned about our well-being. So after a quick stop at an AM/PM for a giant water bottle and some tortilla chips- we drove back to the Venetian- showed him our recovered phone- it was like a trophy and then headed back to the hotel exhausted with our faith in the Nevada Police Department riding high and talking about how we were a real live ‘Cops’ episode.  We would like to again sincerely thank the Las Vegas Police Department for all of their help and the expedited, speedy manner in which they responded to our plea for help.

As a result of this experience  I have now joined Apples MobileMe service – which allows me to remotely lock, disable and wipe all the data from my iPhone and trace my phone through it’s GPS system from any laptop or wireless device  anywhere in the world. I can also send text messages after I’ve locked the phone telling any other Robbers that Angie and I are coming to get em’.  🙂

Hope the story was worth the wait- I have a feeling it’s one Angie and I will both be  telling our grandkids!

X!

Eden and Angela

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Wrapping up the Road Trip…Almost – Day 5.

1 Aug

This morning marks the 4th morning in a row that we must get up – cram all of our glorious crap back into our bags – shower quickly and be checked out by 11.  Hotel hopping every night has its huge disadvantages. At least we gave up on the whole hurry and get up so we can eat  ‘free sucky breakfast’ days ago. The added pressure of being up by a certain time to eat was just too much. Very soon my friends – we will actually be able to really ‘sleep in’ – lay around – do nothing- no agenda. To some that seems like the antithesis of a good time…for Angela and I at this point..it just sounds heavenly. Not to say we have not immensely enjoyed every second of every day and every single adventure – wether big or little.. we just need a break!

So on that note..we got up to scowling maids waiting for us to leave the Comfort Inn – Yes we were running late and I suppose they were not happy due to a little run in we’d had earlier.  Around 8 am the two of them were having a very loud social chitty chat right outside our door about who knows what..blah blah blah..and they did not like it when I threw the door open, in my underwear with extremely disheveled hair – and very loudly said “Can you please keep it down!!”  We were in mormon country and I think the whole underwear door opening thing did not go over well. Their faces reeked of -oh my goodness – how improper you are lady and oops..we were gossiping way to loudly. Whatever. I mean who the heck are they in a hurry to get those rooms cleaned for?  We’re in the middle of nowhere checking out on a Thursday.. Moving on .. we made breakfast in the room, I whipped out a blog (this takes at least an hour and a half) and then it was all about getting to Vegas. BTW – in case you were wondering and you’ve come to realize what bed snobs we are – the mattresses were very comfortable!

We reminded ourselves that we really weren’t in a hurry and we weren’t going to let our desire to get to Vegas stop us from enjoying the drive and stopping when we felt inspired to. It was a gorgeous day – Only 104 outside and the miles between Richfield and Vegas were our oyster. 🙂 I think it’s really funny that I just typed ‘only 104’ in a sentence.  On a side note our stash of organic fruits, veggies and snacks was completely wiped out at this point. We were even out of sunflower seeds and we had listened to every CD I owned 67 times. At least I was no longer hung over.

We gassed up….only $41.72 to fill the entire diesel tank in the 335 and popped into the mini-mart to do a little souvenir shopping. Oh come on..you know those gas stations in the middle of nowhere have the best chotsky souvenir crap anywhere and it’s usually like $3.00. I settled on a rose quartz crystal heart for only – yep you guessed it $3.00! Angie didn’t find any junk she had to have unfortunately. I almost talked her into a $4.00 Native American dream catcher – made in China. Oh yah.  How she could pass that up I will never know. 🙂 hahaha

Thankfully the sky was clear and there was no sight of yesterdays torrential down pour/lightning storm.  After driving for about an hour we came across the exit for  Cove Fort…and drove right past it. Angie said she was too lazy to stop. A mile up the highway I used the police hiding spot in the middle of the road to make a U-turn  (should I be typing about my illegal doings?) and we went back. I’d stopped here once before and thought she would actually enjoy seeing the fort and it’s free to visit!

The Fort was founded in 1867 by Ira Hinckley at the request of Brigham Young. It was used by travelers for rest and protection when traveling the ‘Mormon Corridor’. Ira lived here with a lot of wives and children. He had 4 wives to be exact and 21 children. Holy Cow. The Fort has been completely restored to its original condition and is like a living antique. The Mormon Missionaries that tend to it are very friendly/welcoming and the grounds surrounding it are really quite beautiful. They encourage you to picnic and enjoy the atmosphere…and then try to convert you . JUST KIDDING 🙂

If your interested in learning more here’s a link to a Wikipedia page: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cove_Fort

Back to the road. The rest of the drive was pretty mellow. A couple more souvenir stops, a convertible BMW with a bed and bed frame strapped to it-WTF, and a crazy man who wanted to race for a good 20 mile stretch after I sprayed his car with my windshield fluid only after he completely drenched the 335 with his first- those were the highlights. Poor crazy guy…he couldn’t even hold a candle to the new Beemer. I know it’s not very nice but Angie and I just laughed and laughed – were not perfect you know…  Note to all readers.. do not clean your windshield when you are traveling at high speeds and there are cars closely behind you. It blinds the other drivers, can be very startling when it hits the windshield and is very inconsiderate – especially if you have just washed your vehicle. I gave my crazy man driver warning. A nod and smile and wave as we passed..and then a little baby spray before the big daddy. I think he secretly liked us and the attention.

Bed and frame strapped to convertible BMW.

We pulled into the Hard Rock Las Vegas’s valet line at 5:52. It’s an interesting feeling driving into the gigantic energy of Vegas when you been traveling through small towns and gorgeous natural scenery. It’s like a whole new world and we were ready for it. After checking into our stellar room – with AMAZING beds- we headed straight to Pink’s for Happy Hour, 2 for 1 Cadillac Margaritas, and chicken nachos. You know we deserved it! Yes we wanted to also immediately go in the pool but it was closing. 😦 We consoled ourselves by reminding each other we would be here until Monday and it was only Thursday.

The view from our french doors!!

I have to say that I think the cocktails napkins at Pink’s Taco’s sum of Vegas quite nicely… too funny!

So it’s with happy and sad hearts that we wrap up the actual road trip. What a grand ol’ adventure! That sounds kind of corny A? Whatever- sometimes we are cheesy! 🙂  So many very good times. Thanks for tagging along with us. It has been really fun sharing with all of you and reading your comments and emails!  I’m not going to blog the entire Vegas trip but I will write one blog summorizing and highlighting all the extra good parts in the near future. I still have to tell you about the undercover sting at 3Am. Oh my oh my.

Lots of Love,

Eden and Angela

3 In A King and A Super Hot Soak! Day 4 Part One.

28 Jul

Yes I know. This is late. Really late…and it’s only Part One. Live blogging has it’s challenges..such as internet access and hangover recovery and long bout’s of driving. These things all factored into the delay this time. We are just full of excuses aren’t we? 🙂 Moving on…cuz’ the good news is… The first half of Day 4 is here now and the second half will be up tomorrow and then Day 5 is coming and VEGAS – can you say undercover sting operation with the Las Vegas Police Department! Seriously.  I can make no promises about attempting to keep this short.. It’s going to be a long one- to much good stuff to share – so pour yourself a glass of something and prepare for a stiff read! LOL

After a restful night – kind of – no not really at all – can three people sleeping  in one King bed that have been drinking really sleep soundly? Nope.  After trying to sleep…let me paint the picture for you… Angie squished in the middle (she’s the stillest) and Melanie and I each taking a side..we proceeded to all toss and turn and flip and flop from about 4 until 10. One slight little movement in such close proximity..everyone’s up..we finally just decided – if one of us woke up – we would all use that as an opportunity to shift position. Very funny. And don’t get me started on how hot it was. One leg out of the covers..one leg in..upper half no covers..all covered up.  Back and forth. So we crawled out of bed after attempting to sleep around 11am. Quick pack and shower and we were out of the Monte Carlo AKA Roger Rabbit suite. The pics say it all. Giant yellow stripes, red & black curtains, blue chair- you get it.

Melanie had to be at the airport by noon…so we were on a mission. One of the greatest things about the nav system in the 335diesel is that it adjusts your designated route minute by minute depending on the live traffic updates it receives via satellite. I have to do nothing..the sweet little voice in my car simply says – “Your route has been updated” LOVE THIS FEATURE. So needless to say – we made it to the airport on time and did not sit in any traffic. We did however reroute through what we thought was the projects in Denver. Always nice to see all sides of a city.

As soon as we dropped Melanie off we missed her. We considered kidnapping her and forcing her to road trip back with us but we didn’t have room for her and her luggage. We just had to bring all that dang crap. Darn it. As you will notice in the photo above Angie is wearing another one of her now infamous $9.99 Target dresses. Green in honor of Denver and the Rocky Mountains that we still had to drive over. Back to the road. Breakfast this morning consisted of sunflower seeds – Angie hates them but has now taken up eating them daily. The road calls for extreme measures. We also each had one of Holly’s cookies. Breakfast of champions.

We had  a big day ahead of us. A lot of miles to cover and I was not looking forward to a single one. There are approximately 773.07 miles between Denver International Airport and Viva Las Vegas. Under normal circumstances I love the road trip and all the miles…however I was not feeling so well today. I really didn’t drink that much..but between the altitude, lack of sleep and lack of food the night/day before.. I was hurtin’. Angie wasn’t in much better shape. We set the nav and headed west.

Todays main objective was specifically to cover miles..but what kind of road trip would it be without a few stops? Even if we do have mean headaches, are pressed for time and on a mission. In hindsight we probably should not of planned our longest driving day the morning after ‘Party Like A Rock Star’ was on our agenda. We had a room booked at the Hard Rock in Las Vegas starting Thursday night…so technically we had about 30 hours to get there…that does  leave plenty of room for a few little side adventures…

First spontaneous stop..  Indian Springs Resort.  As we were driving through Idaho Springs I recalled hearing that there were great Hot Springs somewhere in the area. A quick stop at the nearby Starbucks…free wife, 5 minutes on the google and voila!   We were only about a mile away. What sounds better than soaking in all natural hot springs when hung over? Nada. Indian Springs Resort was a ‘groovy’ place. Very rustic. Very Hippy. The Geo-Thermal soaking caves were originally mines that were later converted into tubs. They had a mineral pool, private soaking indoor tubs, soaking caves and outdoor soaking jacuzzi’s..all filled with naturally hot mineral water. Angie was freaked out by the caves.  It was dark and really hot and kind of smelly – in her defense and I was way to ‘headachey’ to attempt to talk her into it. Then we saw a snake slither by as we were touring the outdoor tubs and it was over. As we stepped off the red wood deck she said to me – “Eden – stop moving. Stand still. Stay calm. Don’t freak out.  There’s a snake” None of those words made me calm and not want to freak out. We were heading out – off to the next option. Detoxification through sweat and soaking would have to wait. 

Angie saying “Hell no – It’s way to hottt!”

SNAKE! I swear it looks smaller than it was.

About 2 hours further west on Interstate 70 the Yampah Vapor Caves were calling our names. North America’s only all natural underground hot mineral water steam baths  are located in the little town of Glenwood Springs Colorado. Same place coincidentally we had found great lodging (America’s Best Value Inn Day 2 with the kick butt pillow top mattresses) on our way to Red Rocks.  Hot mineral waters flow through the cave floors at 125 degrees F. to create their natural geothermal steam baths… cave temperatures average 110 -112 degrees F. It is freaking hot. 

 Your only allowed to stay down in the caves for 10-12 minutes at a time. You are instantly dripping sweat…there is access to cold water through a shower and hose located within the caves.  Large buckets/tubs are laying around that people were filling and soaking their feet in while leaning back on large marble slabs. It felt great. It was really hot. Angie started panicking as soon as we headed down the stairs into the caves. She hung out by the entrance and remarked how sweaty I was every time I came to check on her 🙂 . She agreed to come into the caves only if I would have the cold shower running for her so she could aim for it upon her venture in. She ran straight for it – rinsed in cold quickly and ran straight out.  Again- It was really hot. REALLY REALLY HOT. Manager was great  – as were the staff.  A+ experience.

           

         

    

Have we established it was hot? 🙂 After the caves most people head into the solarium to cool off and then back into the caves…not us. We had arranged for a private soak in a tub filled with – yep you guessed it – REALLY HOT mineral spring water.

The private tub soak would be great for a ‘romantic’ little get away if your ever in the area with your special someone.. They had candles lit, a little tray all set up with ice-cold water and wash clothes soaking in ice chips. Wait. Sweating profusely isn’t so sexy. So maybe not. Cancel romantic soak and fill in with hangover recovery instead 🙂 Ha Ha. I think every drop of alcohol had sweated out of me by this point. Drinking 600 glasses of ice water probably helped as well.  I suppose the Yampah Caves and Mineral Baths are great for both…Romance and recovery.  Eden… Angela…Eden…Angela…- what is that we hear? Oh yes..the sound of the road calling our names – and food. Yes we must have food. Cookies and seeds..not so good anymore. 

TO BE CONTINUED… 🙂 Chomp’s Delicatessen, lightning storms (we’ve got video) and the worst rain either of us have ever experienced – ever ever ever. I mean it was sideways people.  How is that possible?

Love,

Eden and Angela