I really need to keep on this thing. Right now I am in San Francisco, but I have not even talked about my trip to Vegas yet. So I will talk about Vegas now, and then SF later. Deal?

Right now, I am 20 years and 8 months old, but that will not allow me to legally drink or play in casinos (obviously). So my trip was a little bit lower key than most trips to Sin City. However, I can honestly say that I spent about 14 hours just walking around the Strip. I did not gamble, I only spent $10 during my whole trip there (see previous entry on my credit card bill), I did not drink, and I did not leave the Strip during that time. That is how much there is to do there. I was going to hit the Manhattan Express with Kacy's mom, but I completely forgot about it... I was having that much fun. A few weeks ago I went to Hollywood Boulevard and was blown away by that area and the atmosphere. Vegas was so much better. It is so flashy and so energetic and so much fun.
On Sunday I decided to give my feet a rest and kick back in the pool by Sue's house. I heard that it was 120 degrees that weekend, but the pool was so nice. Oh yeah... and I am getting a killer tan (good luck catching up to me Amaris).

*NOTE: The following paragraph is not to be read by anyone who would worry about me like Amaris or my mom.
But I seriously hate drivers around here. Driving to Las Vegas was nice because traffic was averaging 90 mph and I topped out at 100 mph. However on the way back, it seemed like everyone was either crashing into people, or rubbernecking at the people who did crash. There was one stretch where I was crawling along for about 5 miles that took an hour, and when I got to the crash it turned out that the whole delay was because people wanted to take a look. No lanes blocked or anything. The five hour trip there took eight coming back. But after that it really opened up and I hit my personal speed record: 113 mph.
*NOTE: Caring individuals may begin reading again.

So it was a short weekend, but it was fun. Right now I am sitting in San Francisco wearing a sweatshirt. That’s right, it is about half of the temperature of last week (60 degrees) and I am so loving it. So if you are reading this from Idaho, enjoy the heat. I am going to warm up now.

Ciao.