I survived Vegas! WHAT SORCERY IS THAT?! SORCIA SORCERY, MY FRIENDS.

No, ha ha ha, I'm probably still drunk. But we're not broke! And the dogs were so happy to see us when we got home. And I swam next to a shark tank! Lovely British tourists swarmed me in a bathroom and made me do Catherine Tate impressions, swearing I was the spitting image of her. I am still shrieking, "I AIN'T BOVVERED!" at people. We also saw a guy dressed as Capt. Jack Sparrow kicking pigeons, morosely, at a Starbucks. Because VEGAS!

(I swear I'll post again when I'm a) sober and/or b) rested)....