What happens in Vegas...follows you back home to L.A.

Las Vegas by the numbers:

2 hours of sitting in slow traffic on I-15

(Dear Californians, please learn how to drive in rain).

40 ounces in my delicious, monster-size strawberry margarita.
84357 high-fives Ryan gave to strangers on the strip.

3.5 hours of sleep I got Sunday night.

2 giant coffees I drank the next day (number of coffees I wanted to drink: 25).
30 lbs of Yoshi monster Ryan was forced to lug around after we were told
that dogs couldn't walk the strip because their feet can burn.
16 dollars won (we're high rollers).
3 good Missouri friends we were able to see.
100 degrees of nasty, hot weather that made me sweat from every pore in my body
(we're already so spoiled by our normal 75 degree days).
1 very good first trip to Vegas and
1 very large headache that followed me all the way home.