Grand Canyon. This was the best part.
Damn, dat dam.
My pony was called Stormy. Stormy did not give one single fuck. We should all be more like Stormy.
Las Vegas itself is insane. We wandered up and down the strip a couple of times (once with GIANT MARGARITAAAAAS) popping our heads in and out of hotels. The Venetian’s fake sky creeped me out. The Bellagio fountains are worth hanging around for. We watched KÁ at our hotel, the MGM Grand. Drank gin and tonics the size of my head and played blackjack until 2am. (If you stay at the MGM, you have to go to Coco’s Bakery for breakfast. It will save your life* (*hangover))