We all went to Vegas for Darci’s birthday.  I can’t remember that last time the four of us were together outside of California — probably in Hawaii while I was playing baseball as a sophomore in high school.  We stayed at the Excalibur, had dinner at some fancy schmancy steak house, and then my buddy Chris got us into Tao.  A good time was had by all.  Except the next morning, hung over, waiting in line at the airport when the e-ticket kiosk refused to give me my boarding pass so I had to wait in line with all the other schmoes and then I had to wait for 20 minutes to get a fucking Starbucks that tasted like ass because of the aforementioned hangover. But other than that, it was great!

Happy Birthday, Darci!