We’re heading out to Sin City today for the much anticipated wedding of John and Allison. The misses is a bit handicapped for this adventure as she’s wisely sworn off the sauce while carrying our progeny. So now everything rests on my shoulders to represent Team Skelton in the Vegas trenches. Vegas has become in some bizarro-world reality a kind of third home for me in the last decade. A strange and terrible home for sure, but one that I keep coming back to on an almost yearly basis. Is this really my fifth trip to Vegas in just the last seven years? How is that possible? I suppose John (aka The Groom) is more or less responsible for those skewed numbers. His family has built their fortunes in that desert town and their hospitality has always been reason enough to return. I have no doubt the family is going to pull out all the stops for this party and I’m just excited to be part of the festivities.
Time permitting, there are a few places that I want to get to this time ’round. The Las Vegas Gun Store being at the top of the list. It’s one of the only places in the US that one can rent (and shoot), without permit or license, fully automatic machine guns. I got my heart set on firing the AK-47 Assault Rifle. I’ve also never been to the Vegas Neon Graveyard, a dusty lot that features all the old forgotten signage from casinos past. As always, the destination I look forward to returning to the most, The Peppermill Fireside Lounge, will be where you can find me between the hours of 3AM and 6AM.