Leaving Las Vegas

Exiting Vegas is a surreal event. It's 5:30 in the morning after days of running all over town. We're bleary eyed as we wander into NY-NY's main lobby. A group of drunken fools are still at the craps table, yelling and clapping in an otherwise quiet casino.

We grab our last cab and head to the airport. Staring out the window we see another crew rolling home, one and all double fisting a large plastic drink. We watch as the working girls' shift ends, while the cogs gear up for another crazy day.

A fantastic vacation under our belts, it's back to our regular lives. We need the down time to rest up for the next vacation.