In my quest for a decent shot of the city lights, I pretty much trespassed near the mountains and was stopped by a waiting lackey from a nearby construction site. I probably should be dead right now.
"What happens in Vegas ..." is the worse effing cliché in the book.
So I will delight myself in avoiding that phrase while figuring out ways to keep the dice hot, temps low and urge to get a quickie wedding lukewarm. Vegas, baby.
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