Vegas, in case you wondered, is much more fun when you’re awake to enjoy it. I know that info probably comes as a shock to most of you, as it completely blew my mind.

We were supposed to leave at 11am. I packed while his Royal Laziness was sleeping, and then went to the chiropractor at 10. When I got back at 10:45, Jas hadn’t finished packing, but proceeded to inform me that we couldn’t leave until he went to the doctor and got blood drawn (something he was supposed to take care of last week), and then drive 40 miles in the COMPLETE OPPOSITE DIRECTION to pick up his paycheck. The paycheck thing wasn’t his fault, as his employers were being dicks and holding it for stupid reasons. But still, it was a pain in the ass to deal with. So, our 11am departure turned into a 3pm departure. Traffic. Yay.

We got into Vegas about 7, which wasn’t TOO terrible considering the holiday traffic horror stories I’d heard in the past. (12 hours to go 287 miles? Insanity.) Jas gets on the phone with his stepfather to tell him we’re here, and figure out approximately what time we’ll be to Utah tomorrow. This, for some unknown reason, takes an hour. An HOUR, people. We’re seeing the man in less than 18 hours, is this conversation really something that couldn’t wait until then? Ok, I know I was cranky. I didn’t sleep well in the car, I hadn’t eaten since 10:30, and I just wanted him to get off the damn phone so we could have dinner.

Dinner was yummy. Super excellent steakhouse inside the Tropicana, and I highly recommend it. And then I was ready for bed. I didn’t care that it was only 9:15. But I wandered around the casino for a while anyhow. Lost my $40 to the Monopoly machine…again. And now I’m upstairs in my hotel room at 11:30 finishing this post while Jason plays poker. I might be only 28, but damn I can party like a 60 year old!