Wow, I've already been gone a week. It sure passes quickly. Vegas was a whirlwind of gambling and eating and we didn't lose too too much, which is just a hair less fun than winning. But only a hair. I have seen so many movies too. The trip started with me being upgraded to first class. I have no idea why and I didn't ask, I just thanked the universe. On the plane I watched Race to Witch Mountain because the version they made when I was a kid had made such an impression on me. I liked it. Then I watched Gran Torino which Birdie had recommended and WOW what a great flick. I could not stop laughing at Clint Eastwood's cantankerousness and the ending was one of the most satisfying I can recall. Then when I arrived in Vegas, Laverne's flight was delayed so I went to the movies and saw My Sister's Keeper solely because it was the next one showing at the time I arrived. Ugh. I don't go to the movies to have my heart ripped out, but that's what this one did. Can't say it was a bad movie, just a difficult one.
On the way to California from Vegas, I had a little automotive mishap, and when I say mishap, I mean I may have rear ended someone. Stupid old people don't know how to drive, but since I was behind them, some blame surely fell on me. What kind of car did I ding? A freaking Jaguar. I'd show you the minorness of the damage but I don't know how to erase the license number with my mom's computer (where I'm posting this from) but it's just a little bumper scratch. The rental car is fine too thank the baby Jebus. Still it kind of screwed up my mental state for a couple days.
On the 4th, I went on a big hike to a waterfall in the San Gabriel mountains and then visited the pappy on the 5th. We went to see The Hangover together which caused us to giggle helplessly throughout. If you like movies targeted to youthful males, this is not to be missed.
Now I'm camped out at mama's house until next weekend when I'll head back to Vegas for my flight home. Don't miss me too much now. Mwah!