Needless to say, we saw more than our fair share of Walks of Shame taking place, whether it was in hotel lobbies, or to the nearest taxi stands. Much like Game of Thrones, the City of Sin has the Walk of Shame honed to a PhD level.
But it's not too often you bump into a big furry animal doing said Walk. Really, that takes the Shame to a whole new level. And no, it's not a Mirage. That'd be the hotel in the background.
(A side note: the last time Andrew and both wore these particular running tanks at the same time was the 2012 Boston Marathon, which was still, to this day, one of the hottest runs we've ever experienced. Having dehydration pangs just thinking about it. I say that because it didn't bode well for the Vegas mileage, because despite getting up especially early, the temp at run's start was still 97 degrees.)
Andrew's Lowell High School trip to Italy forever only solidified his love of all things Italian, almost as much as his innumerable trips to his favorite Italian eateries. So of course, we had to run along the canals of Venice while in Vegas.
High-fouring a giant frog, not something you can do during just any morning run.
Avast, there be a pirate ship outside this establishment
The Nowhere Man logging the miles on the Long and Winding Road. And in Vegas, Everybody's Got Something to Hide Except for Me and My Monkey. As a young lad, I never saw a day when I'd get to use that song title in a sentence. So there's that.
Andrew came not to praise Caesar, but to run around his hotel
Because I don't know that I'll ever get a chance to snag a pic of Andrew running past the real tower, you've got to take advantage of the faux ones when you can.
And finally, Andrew, having broken the bank and run the tables, decides it's time to beat feet and get the hell out of Vegas before they figure out exactly how he was able to score that $1.00 jackpot the night before.
On to Disney!