Red Bull - What's Fueling Vegas

So, needless to say after our slow start out of LA we didn't make it to Vegas until late. The drive was fairly uneventful. There was zero traffic on a Monday night and we jammed out to some good tunes and tried to ration our catching up stories for the hours ahead. I almost lost Erin as we crossed the Nevada state line - at this point she had been up for about 24 hours straight. By the time we rounded the curve into Sin City we were both fading fast. Luckily, we'd packed Red Bull in the cooler and between one of those and the excitement of driving the strip in the Mini our second wind was inevitable.

After cruising the Strip to an assortment of J. Timberlake and Britany tunes we checked into our hotel we issued a "no sitting down in the hotel room" mandate, quickly changed into our party clothes,

 pounded  another Red Bull, and headed out. After some disappointment at the Blackjack tables at the New York, New York (evil dealer, cold table, absentee cocktail waitresses) we crossed over the Strip to the MGM, a place where Lady Luck has always found me. At last we found a home at a Craps table that was coming into its own after a cold streak. We made friends with a couple of the craps dealer (croupier?) and began to figure it all 

out. Apparently craps skills (addiction?) runs in Erin's family, so we were in for a long night and several trips to the ATM. The cocktail 

waitresses were plentiful at the MGM and kept our Red Bull Vodkas full all night and we were pretty proud that we were able to make our money last for upwards of five hours. By the end of it we were betting with confidence all over the board. Next time we'll win big for sure.

We may not have come out ahead in the chips, but we certainly came out ahead in the friends department, buddying up to

 a group of seven British blokes on a roadtrip across the Western United States. They certainly kept us

 entertained at the table with their British-isms ("that was a rubbish roll") and then later at the bar where we partied until the sun came up. Capping off perhaps the best start to a roadtrip possible. Our new friends were sad to see us go (especially the one that apparently didn't notice Erin's w

edding rings!!) but by 6:30am Erin had been awake for 30 hours and I was approaching 24 and it was time to call it a night. We had

 to at least use our room for a few hours!! And of course rest up for the day ahead.

So now, we've hit the In-and-Out (amazing) and Erin is squeezing in a little work before we go incomunicato for a day while we drive through FLDS country and check out the Grand Canyon.

We promise pictures and video of all the above events in the near future!