there’s no reason for me not to move to vegas (pt 1)
(I started writing, but this got way too long, so here’s the summary of Friday in Vegas.)Â
It was my first trip to Vegas last weekend and I don’t think it would have been possible for it to be anymore awesome than it ended up being.
Friday afternoon, I shoved way too many clothes into my suitcase and waited for Jenni to pick me up. I was excited enough about it that I texted her to make sure she hadn’t forgotten me and was waiting outside when she pulled up to my building. No, she wasn’t late. I was just that wound up about our impending trip.
We packed up her Mini and headed over to Bill and Katie’s, where we were joined by Jumi and partook in in a pre-flight cocktail. Jenni’s dad brought the airport shuttle minivan to pick us up, and we were off to the airport after a stop at the transit station to pick up Matt.
We checked in at the lesser of two terminals and headed straight to Granddaddy’s, the first bar we saw inside the gate. After a shot of Maker’s Mark for everyone except Katie and a Bud Light chaser for me, we headed over to the gate for pre-boarding. No sooner than we posed for a couple of pictures was it time to load up our Sun Country 737 and head west.
