Vegas baby, Vegas

No, literally, a Vegas baby.

Four days in Vegas for a wedding was perhaps a day too long.  Someone freaked out on Saturday afternoon, leading to a very quick visit to the reception instead of being able to down several mojitos.  Bummer.  Not that I blame him, I'm not crazy about Vegas either.

He did make the best of hotel living though.  Look at that smile.  Now if we could only get him back on his old sleep schedule again.

Current beer-scale: 8.1 & wishing I was still out of the office.

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