Here's us with an elder Klingon. The two people on the left hammed in on our photo opp because they were too scared to ask the other younger Klingon for a photo. (That's how seriously intimidating he was! Other adults were too scared to ask him for a photo! Hahahahah).
Oh wait, you mean you thought I was kidding about there being Klingons walking around in there? Seriously, as funny as this picture is, this guy was TOTALLY intimidating. He had a deep, booming voice and refused to break from his Klingon character in any way. Imagine being all drunk and having this dude come over and be like "Tell me: your mission is going well?" And when you try to fuck with him or laugh he just glares and says something else equally abrasive in Klingon (yes, Klingon as in the made up language that
nerds have actually taught themselves to speak
). Too fucking much. After like ten minutes of awkward, forced sci-fi non-conversation (half of it in a made-up language, no less), I finally convinced him to let me "capture our likeness together on my holographic print cube." Jesus.
Then later, I guess we hit the Bellagio too. Despite the amount I go out, I'm kind of a lightweight when it comes to booze and the free scotch that was flowing at the casino ended up making me too drunk to do much besides...
). Too fucking much. After like ten minutes of awkward, forced sci-fi non-conversation (half of it in a made-up language, no less), I finally convinced him to let me "capture our likeness together on my holographic print cube." Jesus.
