back from vacation again

this time i went to vegas. vegas can be kinda lame if you're 18 and on a family trip with annoying little cousins and slow walking aunts and the main focus is scarfing at buffets. vegas can be a blast if you're 24 and up till 6am every morning with college buddies.

vegas is funny if you go with the gian's and dianna. we had a great time lounging at the pool, gambling away our money (i won't even go there), riding rollercoasters, and generally doing vegas.

the gian's and dianna got to experience their first buffet at the Bellagio. though dianna was very excited, the whole thing didn't go over that well with the gian's. i don't even know what i was thinking, i temporarily forgot how italians are about food. you can't take an italian to a buffet. you just can't. they won't like it...they can't like it.

the trip was too short. we were not happy to be leaving on sunday night. we still had tons more stuff we wanted to do and see. red square, red rock canyon, freemont street...*sigh*...and will i EVER get to see "O" again?

early on, the gian's started kicking around some cockamamie plan about taking dianna and i out to "dead valley" (meaning death valley) and killing us and disposing of our bodies in the desert. eventually, they became obsessed with the scheme and would not shut up about it. chicken saw a hat with a silver cobra on it in a gift shop and shortly thereafter disposed of the name "chicken" and insisted that we all start calling him...cobra. the monkey started to feel that he was more like a cougar than a monkey.

here is a slice of what it is like for me and dianna to deal with boys like this.