So, Dylan's feeling a little under the weather this morning, after a weekend in Las Vegas with his buddies. It's funny, because I just booked a trip to Vegas yesterday. It was one of my old high school friend's brilliant ideas that since we're all turning 40 this year, we should go to Vegas. So, there's like 7 or 8 of us going. All guys. We're all married, and most of us have kids, so you would think 'Well, it'll be pretty low-key, these guys are responsible family-men'. But that's the problem... and that's exactly why our group is potentially more dangerous than a group of twenty-two year olds going down there.
That's because we're not used to the freedom... we can't handle it.
I predict we'll all go completely crazy the first night, then spend the next two days hungover and feeling guilty for having so much fun. We'll just wander around Las Vegas like zombies, taking turns calling our wives to let them know we're all right.
Good times.
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