Saturday morning, we got up painfully early (i.e. 9am), checked out, said goodbye to Colleen and Steve, and went to get a shuttle to the airport. We stood around for what seemed like forever, as several shuttles pulled up, dropped people off, and headed off without picking people up. Finally, we gave up and got a cab.

The flight was uneventful, and I was happy to have a window seat, because I was dying of sore. We got home and promptly took up spots on the couch to watch football. I couldn’t have been happier to have almost the whole weekend to recover, because we needed it.

Man, I love Vegas.