St George shuttle, Las Vegas, NV

All aboard! Decided to leave a little earlier because, let's face it, my budget for this weekend does not cover Law Vegas consumerism. I was able to pick up a couple of things from the candy store for the bachelorette party.

As you may have deducted from the location, Camilla is Mormon, and it's a Mormon wedding. Pretty straightforward. Mormon bachelorette parties though? Much more open to interpretation. Just as Futurama's humor was subtler and consequently somewhat better when it was on Fox instead of Comedy Central, boundaries allow one to be a little more tongue-in-cheek (innuendo unintended). In case she reads this, I don't want to give anything away, but I'm hoping I toed the line well.

The shuttle is NICE. A friendly driver named Duane, three other passengers, self controlled ac and even complementary mini water bottles. The other passengers are friendly but not talkative. Who would have thought I'd be the most sparkly and doe-eyed individual on a bus to... Utah? I'm owning it though. Used my effervescent outgoing nature to demand control of the air conditioning. Time to kick back and read Aldous Huxley and take in the, uh, sights.

One thing I do wish I'd thought of in this whirlwind of spontanuity: Dramamine. We've barely left the airport and I'm already suffering the first symptoms of motion sickness.

Hey, it can't all be smooth sailing!

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