This morning Rich sent in this pic that he altered. Funny stuff! Thanks, man!
afternoon, Ashlyn and I rode with Wey and his friend, Clarabell, down
to Vegas. Wey was confident that we could make it in three hours...but
with Friday traffic, we were lucky to have made it in less than six
hours. The ride felt long as I drifted in and out of sleep. I had also
developed a bit of a headache from the music selection during the ride.
I don't think I've ever listened to that much heavy rock before in my
life. Ashlyn slept most of the time, and by the time we got onto the
Strip, all the bright flashing lights got her attention. After checking
in, Wey and Clarabell hit the tables downstairs, while Ashlyn and I
kicked it in the room, watched TV, relaxed, and waited for the rest
of the group to show. I watched Dateline's depressing "For The
Love Of Katelyn"...and when it was over, I was sobbing out of heartbreak.
Another story of a parent who allowed her child to be neglected, abused,
and eventually killed in her care. *sigh* Sad...really sad.
Pictures from today:
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