Vegas, baby!

West bound to Vegas. Meeting Mom for her birthday and plan to enjoy adventure, drinking, and gluttony. This is either the eighth or ninth trip, I’ve lost count. Sin City is best at night, in my opinion, and my hedonistic mind’s thoughts are best left in the recesses. I will share that I’m on my second Bloody Mary as I type this on the plane. Yes, it’s 8:10 in the morning. Judge away.

Meanwhile, Olive and Colonel are home alone. It’s going to be a couple of long nights since she’s five teeth coming in. I may not find any alcohol left when I return.

Follow my adventures on Instagram. @optimisticheathen

Whoops. Guess I should have connected on Friday. . .

Recap to come.


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