From the airport, Louis, Tara and I split a cab to The Venetian, our hotel. Right when we step into the lobby, Tara stops, looks around, throws her bags down and loudly exclaims...
We walked down the strip, had a few drinks (can you tell?) On, and you can actually walk around everywhere in Vegas with an open container...WHA? and then we went back to the hotel...but not before Tara fulfilled her life-long dream of seeing the Eiffel Tower. (First Venice, now Paris that I don't have to go to anymore? Man, going to Vegas is like putting money right back into your pocket! Who knew?)
