We’re back. For those of you who don’t know, over the weekend, Sarah and I made a trip to Las Vegas to surprise my dad who was flying in (also a surprise) to visit some friends in Henderson, NV. We hit a bit of traffic on the way out, going only 80 miles in the first two hours, but it really could have been significantly worse. In any case, we arrived with plenty of time to spare before we snuck up on Dad at the airport (click on the picture at right to fully grasp his surprise).

It was good to see everyone, and we had lots of fun; though we did a little too much eating: Saturday the fault lay with the buffet at the Paris Hotel and Sunday with a great sushi restaurant. The food at the Paris was good as it was appetizing as it was authentic, save for the cheesecake, which everyone agreed was fantastic but Sarah insisted would never be served in France (You say it’s cake? Made from cheese!?!?!?!?). Everyone raved about the sushi: I thought it was tasty but not quite as rave-worthy as the others were suggesting. It was, on the other hand, the first time I’ve eaten eel.

After church on Sunday we went to Lake Las Vegas, a European-themed, man-made lakeside town surrounded by shops, condos, and a casino. Soon after, Sarah and I headed back to California. She turned up the heat and slept for the majority of the trip (something about having to work in the morning); I drove and fought off heat exhaustion. We crossed the desert in record time: I went the speed limit, and we still made it back in slightly less than 4 hours (it took 6 on the way out). The end.