hey baby let's go to vegas

... or shall I say Arizona.

most Angelenos know that it takes about 4 hours to get to Las Vegas... unless you hit bad traffic. Well, it took Laura and I 15... and traffic wasn't an issue. Pretty much we got distracted, we blame it on the trains, found an outlet mall and before we knew it, we were approaching the Arizona borderline.

So we made the best of it, got directions from the lady at the gas stations, which apparently the interstate was closed down due to a flood (who knew... I would've expected that to be a problem in the dessert) So we drove along what was marked as the scenic route, too bad it was already dark. We headed over some winding roads, threw coins over the edge of a dam... and found a small roadside bar for dinner and drinks.... which ended up being more enjoyable than expected as this place had Karaoke. The locals were very much into it, belting out some good ol' country tunes. Terry wore a cowboy hat, buckle, boots and all... Cooper was in a hawaiian print shirt and took Laura for a spin on the dance floor, and then there was a guy with a classic mullet, which is all that needs to be said about that. the place couldn't have been more perfect to gear us up for the rest of the drive. luckily our hotel was Ok with us checking in at 3:30 am.