I had a 10a flight to Las Vegas, but not before a two hour layover back in New York. By 5p (PST) I was in Vegas, and on my way to visit my family. The second I stepped foot into the slot-machine filled airport, I was overcome with an incredibly strong urge to binge drink and party like a rockstar. Due to my lack of funds (and friends in Vegas) I decided just to be a good girl and go spend some time with the family. They recently moved further away from the strip out to Henderson, which coincidentally is the same area I almost killed myself and two passengers a few years back by nearly driving off a cliff in the middle of the night. It may have been a little further away from all of the action, but the view of the strip from their new front yard was fantastic.