Drive straight though, don"t stop for anything - the finish line was in sight, only one more stop to make. We arrived in Vegas just after Midnight...

the place was a ghost town. par for the course. A hidden viper ready to strike, don't let the old lady fool ya; she will poison you and the next thing you know you're a sex slave for the sunday brunch gang. "time to take you're medicine" will haunt you.

Hit the colors, carpet, oxygen, & noise seee where it goes. It wasn't long before the wind changed.

she bellied up next to him.  

ears up, tails wagging I'm ready, what's next! The only thing I understood was after hours bar, my treat...they were French but I wasn't positive that all three were mimes. They tookus underground, whisked into a timeless lounge. everything was excessively large, the universe opened. I was outside looking in. The Rev. was intrigued and placing orders............

I recall high fiving the French guy at 50 mph from different cabs at 7:00am, but I'll never know why we ordered 200 oranges.