Vegas: 21-style

When you travel to Vegas with two 21-year-olds, and party like a 21-year-old, you come home feeling like a 101-year-old…

Good lord, I’m tired. But the benefits of doing Vegas with two, young beautiful girls was UNBELIEVABLE. Free VIP tickets and an escort to the front of the line in EVERY top Vegas club (so glad I didn’t pay for a VIP concierge service). No need to wait in line, and no need to buy any of our own beverages. Everything was FREE, FREE, FREE.

(Although you nearly killed your momma, I had one hell of a time… )

3 Days in Heaven

and by heaven, I mean Ponte Vedra, Florida.

So, how did I spend my three days in heaven?

Well, I got some really good runs in, saw some fantastic sunsets, drank enough lemonade to keep a small army satisfied, and basically spent the afternoons draped on a wicker lounge chair soaking up the sun while reading a book.

Told ‘ya… heaven.

Vegas was a Bust…

Down $200+.   And, as if that wasn’t bad enough–

on the flight to Vegas, the plane smelled like a giant fart; on the flight back, I had to endure a screaming infant with lungs the size of Texas.  Yep, good times…