"Let's go to Vegas," Kelly said. "There's a rollercoaster on top of the Stratosphere." And I said, "Viva!"

We're heading out tomorrow and returning on Sunday. I'll finally get to see the Double Down with beatnikside!

Note to self: martinis before rollercoaster = ill advised.

I love doing fun things on the spur of the moment. Kelly and I once were stressed out and tired, and I showed up at her house after work. "Let's do something," we decided. We went to the Santa Monica pier, hopped on the ferris wheel, rode the rollercoaster, did the funny little "how passionate are you?" tests for a quarter, and then grabbed dinner and a few beers. It sounds simple; really, it was simple. And it was the best time I'd had in quite a while.

Last time I went to Vegas with Kelly was for a Grateful Dead show in 1995. We watched hippies at the slots and marveled at the contrast of neon and earth child. We danced like... well, the way people danced at Grateful Dead shows. We got too hot and had to sit in the shade for a while. And then we drove home and reflected on how it had been a damn cool weekend.