Viva Las Vegas

I thought I would post these pictures for your enjoyment. Bill took these down on Fremont Street while I was out of town. (Nice pictures Bill!) Was guilt in the air? Maybe, check out this guy, in the street preachers face. Face to face for a good long and heated talk, and his fists are flying (see arrows for emphasis)! What do you think they were talking about? This is my best guess from the street preacher, and the phrase comes from the movie Cold Comfort Farm.

Viva Las Vegas!

The rumor is true, we are moving to Sin City for the summer. (Those of you from Las Vegas, do you hate that your city is called Sin City?) Bill got an externship with Judge Bybee of the 9th district. For those of you who don't know what that means, it means that he has a job and we are delighted! So when spring quarter is out, we will be headed to Vegas for an excellent yet sweaty summer. And I'll make a shout out to Phill, thanks, you are Bill's idol! Citymama, you and the offspring will have to show me where the loosest slots are, can't wait to live the viva loca (and eat at In and Out). And finally, great job Bill, I'm so proud of you!