Las Vegas

Laura Diebel (my roommate) and I had one goal for last year.

Roadtrip.

We thought about San Francisco. We pondered the Grand Canyon. We debated Seattle. We almost went with keeping it simple--Zions or Arches.

We ended up going to Las Vegas, city of sin, for President's Day weekend. No sin occurred.

We went with three boys who we knew well (but not super well). T'was a fateful trip. They would end up becoming some of our closest friends that semester. So close, in fact, that Laura is marrying one of said boys in August. As I said before, t'was fateful.

The trip was great--we got a suite in a hotel, played poker till four in the morning twice. I won once. We pulled all nighters. Ate pazookie and Mexican food. Explored the strip. Went hot tubbing and swimming. Ate at Hard Rock Cafe. Danced in the car 80% of time spent in the car. Had great conversations. Adventured it up at Valley of Fire State Park. Had a picnic under the stars.

Below continue an entourage of photos of said road trip. Quite honestly, it was delightful.

The Strip.

The Strip.

Hard Rock Cafe--The Strip

The Strip.

I love this girl. 

For the more spontaneous.

Bellagio Fountains.

Back at the hotel. Pazookie.

Right outside Hoover Dam.

Hoover Dam.

Hoover Dam.

Valley of Fire State Park.

Valley of Fire State Park.

Valley of Fire State Park.

After-dark picnic at Valley of Fire State Park.