My brother Mike talked me into swinging through Vegas for New Year's Eve 2003. He didn't have to twist my arm too much. Mike was at the tail end of a two-week liberty from Infantry Training in the Army. I was on furlough from law school.
This is our story. It makes no pretenses of Fear or Loathing or anything much of consequence. But I like the pictures, and you will too. So here:
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