I have these friends that are rabid Morrissey fans.  Like, drive-to-Vegas-and-get-a-hotel-room-to-see-him rabid.  I happen to be a fan of the Moz and crazy adventures too so I was down.  At first driving over there seemed like a good idea, then a real bad idea, then a good idea again once we actually started driving.  I feel bad though because Erica drove the whole time and I didn’t even offer to drive.  Sorry Erica!

Jason bought this scarf at the gas station for like $1.  His tip is to always buy something random at a gas station while on a road trip.

We got to our Treasure Island hotel room just in time to swill vodka, change into our threads and hit the show.  The show ruled!

Elevator antics!

It rained and a lot of people were afraid to go out so it was kind of quiet and creepy on the strip on Friday night.  The rain made all the lights even more sparkly.  The lack of people made it extra fun and easier to get away with being drunk and obnoxious in public.  Just kidding, we were totally sober and well behaved the whole time.  Seriously.

The view from our room.

The ride home was kinda rough because were not into spending 9 hours in a car again.  So Kevin worked on his car stereo DJ skills.  Dude pretty much invented the art of car stereo DJ’ing.