Vegas. Day & Night Two.

This is when I tried to stay raw in Vegas.

You better believe I ordered a green smoothie.

The waitress was like, "Do what? Put spinach in your smoothie? I don't get it."

Just do it already citag.

Okay, I said that last part in my head.
She was actually very accommodating to my weird requests.

More disregard for what might be happening when taking a photo.
I am beginning to wonder if Brasil is thinking about switching teams.
This is when they took their giant to lunch.
This is when Kathe figured out I really am a giant.
"That is new information!"-Kathe.

After lunch Kathe left and it was just the sisters.

Brasil shopped all the live long day whilst I studied and took a nap.

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Then we went to dinner.

Someone is not a fan of sour.

Met Marilyn Monroe.

She was convinced I was a designer that designed my own dress.

I told her otherwise, but Marilyn believes what she wants.

We stopped for a pick me up.

Someone (me) needed Red Bull before I fell over from exhaustion.

Good news.

The Red Bull worked.

Caffeine, chemicals, and sugar will cure anything.

My new friend from Montana.

He said he did not do well gambling this trip.

Stay away man.

Gambling sucks.

We walked around trying to be tourists.

Then some other awesome Australian tourists that were convinced I was a Katy Perry look-a-like and wanted pictures.

That is real life guys.

Oh, and our other new friends we met previously happened to walk by in this moment of Katy Perry-ness.

"Hey, Tyler!"-Me.

Brasil died laughing that I remember names of people.

She talked about it her entire trip.

What?

It is something I am usually good at.

I learned it from Dale Carnegie's book How to Win and Influence People.
Try it. You'll like it.

Fake double date with buds.

Guess what is not the door to the bathroom?

Random and fun.

Then I was all sorts of, "Brasil, remember when you lived here and I was going to be the president of the swing club? I've still got it."

She hated swing dancing back then and I have no idea why I needed to prove I did not lose the skill.

I would hate to dance with me though.

I tend to lead like the freakishly strong man I am.

Dancing with the Stars here I come.

Guess who was tired before everyone else.

I will give you one guess.

The old timer also known as me.

So I left Brasil with her new found American prospect (best story of the trip) to be a responsible adult and sleep.

Maybe it was not so responsible to leave her.

Hmmm. Oopsie.

I cannot be blamed for what happens when I am tired.

It is not a pretty sight when I want to sleep.

Think child throwing a tantrum.

*****

They are practically about to get married in The Little White Chapel.