I’ll get right to the point.
I went to Las Vegas over the weekend.
Yes, yes. My life is pretty fantastic. I’m probably cooler than you. At very least, I know people who are cooler than you.
It was a delightful trip to visit a damn great person. I ate. I drank. I saw some bands. I pondered about other people’s lives. I watched some good TV. I heard some good tunes. I also slept well, relaxed in a pool, gawked at the strip, encountered an awesome family and left an obnoxious handprint on a mirror–I just don’t have any links for those.
I basically spent three full days living. And “living” includes taking two naps a day and staying awake for 26 hours. I love my life.
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