Just got back from a little vacation to the south. We hit up St. George for most of the time and made a little swing by to stroll the streets of Las Vegas, only to realize that it really is the seedy underbelly of America that everybody says it is. However i am pleased to announce that despite its prime location and architecture, McCafes (the upscale las vegas version of McDonald's) do not jack their prices up and offer the full dollar menu. Here are some illustrations of our adventures:
Here we are after a semi-successful day on the links. We actually never made it onto the links, after paying our greens fees and renting clubs, we decided it was too windy, too long, and too expensive to actually go through with. We got out money back and somehow managed to get two free buckets of balls for the range and knocked our little hearts out. After seeing our skill on the range we realized it was probably a good thing that we didn't embarass ourselves in front of the old retired folk on the actual course.
After a long drive full of sing alongs and heart to heart conversation, we made it to las vegas with a couple of girls we picked up along the way. (They weren't actually complete strangers, Clark's aunt had tried to set him up with one of them a few weeks earlier). Anyway, here we are paying our respects to the great Ceaser in his palace. Personally I think we are better looking than the great king.No trip to Las Vegas would be complete without watching the famous fountains at the Bellagio. If only we could get Claire de Lune to play in the background.
This is us on the way to chuch. We all just piled on the old scooter and cruised down the street. On the way home we decided to try to cruise the institute building to show off our style to the other student aged kids. However on the way, we saw a cop sitting in a parking lot. We immediately flipped a u-turn and tried to get away with the cop hot on our tail. The max speed of 15 miles an hour wasn't enough to escape. We got pulled over and humilliated by this officer. He sent us walking home but luckily no tickets were distributed.
We ended the trip hanging out on some rocks and eating a pic-nic. The weather was unbeatable, capping off a great trip. The only bad part was watching the thermometor fall as we drove back home to provo.
