July 20 - July 22, 2007 Las Vegas

Ian had broken up with his girlfriend. Matt's girlfriend had left to move east. What better way to get together than everybody meet in Vegas?
The drive from LA to Vegas was unique because it was consistently over 100 degrees the entire way there, and I got to drive the border of the Mojave desert. I tried to challenge myself not to turn on the A/C the entire drive. It became pretty insane after a while, when I was stuck to the driver's seat and basting in my own sweat.
The desert.
I don't remember where I stopped for gas. Somewhere near Barstow.
Can you feel the extreme heat?
The halls of the Monte Carlo. I apologize in advance for the pictures of Las Vegas. I was really really inebriated the entire time I was there. I don't know how many sober moments I experienced. Hence, blurry photographs.
I'm not kidding. If you're looking for really nice postcard-like pictures of Las Vegas, go back a few years and look at the shots I took my first time in town. Somehow between then and now I've developed Parkinson's and I can't hold a fucking camera straight.
Subtle, Evan.
I guess that's all the pictures I took. No compromsing ones this time. No pictures of me running through the halls naked with a belt wrapped around my head. No one broke into the maid station and stole anything. No one won any money this time, either. Maybe that's why I drank so much...It was the first time I gambled and didn't hit a jackpot of some sort.
I think that's the world's tallest thermometer.
If you can't read, that says it's 107 degrees. This is just at the entrance to Death Valley.
Your guess is as good as mine.
Oh, right. This is an abandoned amusement park. I wanted to visit but there was no visible exit off the highway. Oh well, back to LA.