WTF??? How on earth could 4 beers make me feel so bad? Must be the old, fourth-day-in-the-desert-weather dehydration thing wrecking me.
Here's the view from here on the 11th floor of the Hard Rock Hotel. The Vegas airport is just across the way:
Not really giving a crap about Vegas, the only time I leave the room during the day is to eat lunch at Johnny Rocket's across the street (awesome veggie burger called The Streamliner) and to pick up a few things from the CVS store on the corner.
Around 6pm, I head down to find the AAR display case and take a couple of photos. Here's a shot of it:
Bus call to go to San Diego for tomorrow's show is at midnight. Goofing off until then…