There was a group of about 50 All You Can Jet-ters in Vegas that day, partying hard down on the strip. Had I been in town longer than 36 hours, I would have made an appearance. Instead I went down to a skatepark to watch my cousin show off his skills.
We enjoyed some amazing Mexican food from a place called Chapala’s before heading over to visit more friends. I had to wake up at 430a for my flight, so I was in bed by 11 my last night in Las Vegas. Something seems wrong with that, doesn’t it?