... and back

Back from Vegas, and already it seems like a fleeting memory, a fantasy of sorts... and that's what that adult playground is really all about. From the moment you get off the plane and see the slot machines in the terminal, everything is telling you, "Forget about the 'everyday' life!" Of course, what Vegas really wants is that you forget about any attempts to stay fiscally responsible. This time around, I smartened up and didn't gamble too much - but Jonas can attest that OH MA GAWD I have no luck. Zero. Negative amount, if that's possible.

The plan was to fly out together with my parents on Friday morning, meet up with Jonas, show the old folks around, and then desert them. Surprisingly, that part of the plan worked, and we got to LV with no difficulty. Mom and Dad were more than glad to spend the whole day Saturday visting the Hoover Dam and the Grand Canyon, while JK and I explored the more populated part of Nevada.

Besides the usual casino touring, both Jonas and I got to do what each of us wanted to do - he got to go shopping, and I got to go race in go-karts. Catching the rainbow at the Bellagio fountain show was an added bonus:

All in all, we stayed civil, and tried to behave ourselves like responsible adults. This was made a little easier by the fact that Jonas drinks like a old lady - no, really, we conducted a scientific experiment, and my rate of alcohol intake was 8 times his. He was particularly intimidated by the size of the Russian beer bottle that he ordered at the Soviet-themed bar "Red Square". Needless to say, I had to help him finish it.

Coming back to Boston was no picnic - driving from the airport to drop off the bags at home and going straight to work, gotta love it. Never thought I could fall asleep while moving the mouse across the screen, but here we are.