On our last full day in Vegas, Vegas won, and Vegas won big time. And no, I am not talking about the gambling, I am talking about sleep. Or perhaps, jet lag. After a bit of a boozy but not toooo late night on Saturday, I woke up on Sunday around 8am, and with a bit of a headache and a woozy stomach, popped an electrolyte and some painkillers, and went back to bed for what I was hoping would be an hour or so. Dave barely stirred.
