My flight with United was pretty average. Not that i cared, i was too busy dying of excitement to get to Vegas and to Brendon. Unsuccessfully tried to drink my way through the flight…
Arrived only 30 minutes to late to watch Jackie place second in the 2.5k at the Rio.
Brendon met me at Palms Place (our new home) and we headed to a mexican place we love called El Segundo where the celebrations had already begun. I decided to push through the jet lag and not worry about the consequences, so i hit the margaritas hard.
After drinks we went to a Hookah Lounge and smoked favoured tobacco until we were all pretty much sick.