Yesterday, I explained how a love affair with an exotic visitor motivated me to do something I never imagined myself doing: Boarding a flight to Las Vegas, which was just as soul-depleting as I imagined it would be – the presence of my Indian-Australian suitor was Sin City’s only redeeming quality.
(To its credit, a certain frozen Bacardi 151 concoction – and the fact that I was able to drink it on the street – made the 18 hours I spent on the Strip less agonizing than they might otherwise have been.)
The great news is that Las Vegas was merely a starting point for our romantic journey together, which took us through over the border into California, then through Death Valley and Yosemite National Parks before ending in San Francisco.
Authored By Robert Schrader – See the Full Story at Leave Your Daily Hell
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