For some reason I love Las Vegas. I think it all goes back to when my mom would take Mikey and I down for a day or two after we had visited our Grammy. The people watching can not be beat. You will never see weirder people then when you are sitting in your car driving at .05 miles an hour on the strip. I love the pling pling pling of the slot machines, the bright lights of the signs, and of course the food, in -n-out to be specific. I also love the glass sculptures in the Bellagio enterance. It's so beautiful.
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Hahahaha! I finally found you. Yeah I get to blog with Kristi and make fun of Quinn! Is there a weekend you don't spend traveling? jk we're happy for you AND we've decided, yes we are willing to be zipped up in your suitcases for the plane ride to Europe. If you beg us that long I guess we'll go...
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