home

back home. with three drivers, the drive from vegas doesn't seem so long. 3am karaoke nights have gotten us into the habit of singing along to the car radio to determine the actual lyrics as opposed to the English-second-language translations on the Magic mic.

catching up on blogs, particularly, my bro's picture packed NYC trip.

came home to a clogged toilet, tons of emails, stack of bills, one fish (instead of two) in the fish tank, car stereo not working, and a need to go to the dentist very very soon. oh well. it was a good vacation nonetheless. so much so that the fiance actually didn't think about work.

another good point about the trip is that i spent alot of close quarters time with a couple of friends. it's one thing to hang out, it's another to live in the same house, meet the family clan, and spend lots and lots of hours together. but the better point is that it turns out that we still like each other afterwards and might actually like each other better.