  (from left: Johann, Jen, Juan, Aimée, Carrie, me, Kirk) Don't let the all-too-expected title mislead... Much of the weekend was far from expected.
Of all the times I've been to Vegas, this was the first trip on which I never left the hotel. And why bother, when you can kick it by the best pool in Vegas all day, while Moseley kicks it a few lounge chairs next door, when the boys urlLink Michael Jordan " urlLink Johnny Cash ," when my photography saves Cuba Gooding Jr. from groupies (and when we totally blow our opportunity, in Vegas of all places, to ask him to show us the money), and when urlLink Rehab (check out the multiple albums in the bottom-right of the urlLink linked page ) brings the freeks face-to-implant with the locals?
With one noteworthy exception (ignoring, our course, our tele-riding antics), the gang (above) showed up in full force, flair, and flamboyance. And what a great way to wind-down summer tour!!! After my first double-digit summer (and first four-show week), I'm taking a break until NYE. (speaking of freaks) This summer has been eye-opening in so many ways. It was my first real attempt at balancing a very full plate at work with a very full travel schedule.
It was tougher than I thought, but infinitely more fulfilling than I could have imagined. But for fear of sounding clichéd and cheesy I would wax nostalgic here until my fingers give-out. Suffice it to say that I have cherished the time I spent with some really incredible people (both new and old) on the road this summer. If I can plagiarize from one of those special people: What I can remember, I won't soon forget! 
