Then it was Sunday, and yea there was football. The day was passed watching as many games as we could handle, eating an enormous buffet breakfast and drinking citrus-y wheat beers.
We spent the Talk's last night with us the way such nights should be spent; drinking copious amounts of scotch and reflecting on the things we had seen and done. In the process, he dragged us up the Stratosphere tower to look down on Vegas which was not that bad.
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| Everything looks perfect from far away... |
In spite of my decision to have a quiet night in preparation for the morning's drive, we all got a little drunk and stayed up a little late. It was a worthy send-off.
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