Vegas!!!

Otherwise known as Sin City. . .well, maybe for those who can manage to stay up past 11pm! Scantily clad girls everywhere (not just employees, but visitors too), hispanics handing out cards picturing naked girls, and CRAZY taxi drivers. Boy, was it good to come home. Imagine sitting in the back of a cab after having recently fractured your neck in a horrible car accident and hearing the following exchange:
Chris: Hey man, you ever hear of Nascar?
Taxi driver: You got your own Nascar driver right here.
Amy (to herself): Aaaaaaaagggggghhhhh!!!! Let me out of here!!! [begin panic attack]
Seriously, our cab driver taught young guys how to race cars. He failed a kid for not maintaining 165mph for 4 laps. It felt like he was doing 165 through Vegas. Chris said the RPMs never fell below 4.
Really, though, we had a great time!! We really enjoyed hanging out with Sarah and Pat!