21 Hours...
Woke up at 5:30AM and hopped in the car. Las Vegas. Again, the no plan plan pays off. We didn't allow LV toxins to puncture our sphere of enjoyment, nor would we permit the city to use us as schills in its awful soul-sapping game. Instead, we wandered far and wide and allowed the city to perform for us. Our rule: We would not eat or spend a penny until we had earned it the old fashioned way: at the roulette table. We were happily delirious with hunger and stimulation and sore legs. Breakfast was finally earned at around 4PM. After eating, our luck improved - we had an amazing run in Caesar's Palace where Sarah and I systematically taught ourselves how to win, over and over. This involved equal parts logic, intuition, and superstition. But to say the day was about gambling would be incorrect, it was but a small side dish in a tremendous banquet of spontaneous experiences and magical light shows.
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I hope you didn't blow all your winnings on gasoline. My brother told me recently that his Volvo needs high-octane gas. I had never heard of such a thing, nor has anyone I've talked to about it. What do you think?
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