Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Las Vegas 2012: Manhattan Beach

Heading home from Las Vegas is always a somber experience. Your body is broken. The amount of damage you have done to your body is irreparable. The sleep deprivation has reached it's peak. The diet of fast food and alcohol has twisted your intestines into a giant ball of pain and guilt. You're aching to go home in the worst way but it's not going to come easy.

This year we decided it would be a good idea to go straight to the airport from the club without any sleep. Sure, this is common practice for most leaving Vegas but we weren't boarding a flight. No no; we were at the airport to pick up our rental car. A Dodge Voyager Minivan to be exact. Anticipating endless rows of traffic we left Vegas early that Memorial Weekend Sunday but were happily (groggily) surprised to find the highways clear and free of congestion.

We made it to the City of Angels with time to spare and decided to kill (cherish) our last hours with each other in the sleepy beach town of Manhattan Beach. I've never had the pleasure of visiting the surfer's hideaway myself and I really enjoyed it's laid back vibe. I of course took the opportunity to snap some photos. I couldn't have thought of a better way to cap off an another amazing trip to Las Vegas. It brought us all back to the planet Earth and gave us a chance to slow down for a few moments and enjoy something truly authentic and real.


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