After a killer party, a hun­gover morn­ing, a cou­ple “see you lat­ers”, and the typ­i­cal traf­fic around the River­side area I find myself amidst the bright lights of Vegas. Keep­ing with tra­di­tion we popped open a cou­ple Tecate’s and hit the strip. After a few high fives and a cou­ple more beers we ended up hit­ting up The Palms. I always appre­ci­ated the sleazy classy ethic that The Palms has. After a few hands of black­jack and wan­der­ing around tak­ing it all in we decided it was time to hit the road.

I think it is a crime in Nevada to drive thru Vegas with­out drink­ing and gam­bling. That is prob­a­bly the only rea­son they have police there.