Viva Las Vegas - or not.

The drive was long.

There were pretty rocks. Really, really pretty groovey sedimentary, calcite based rocks. Rocks that Amy really wants to go climb on and study.

We drove through Flagstaff, so now I know where to go when Stephen and I go to the Grand Canyon.

I managed one decent sketch in the car before feeling like I was going to puke my guts out of the window. Damn motion sickness.

Took 2 hours to find a room, spent the weekend on a total of 9 hours of sleep since Friday, but the weddings were nice, and spending time with great friends was worth it. I, however, hate Las Vegas. It is all glitz and money and glam and shallowness and suck-you-in greed. I didn't waste 1 penny on gambling.

Thank god that Dar went with me. I really think that I would have pushed myself so hard that I would have had an accident and died.


Lesson learned: the Pythagorean theorem is truth. The hypotenuse of a right triangle is a shorter distance than the sum of the other two sides. And that means it is quicker to drive the hypotenuse rather than the sides of said triangle. We KNOW this. It saved us 2 hours coming home.

Ashley is home, too, and Grace here also. We were so excited that we stayed up far too late. Now working on a total of 11 hours of sleep since Friday.

Who needs sleep? (No, you're never gonna get it.)
Who needs sleep? (Tell me what's that for?)
Who needs sleep? (Be happy with what you're getting: there's a guy whose been awake since the Second World War...)
-Barenaked Ladies