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We got to the airport at dark-thirty Monday morning, and, because we had PAPER TICKETS (which we bartered for with chickens and marked their sale on a clay tablet) we had to wait in Southwest’s long line to exchange them for paper boarding passes per the TSA.  The security line was really long, which is to be expected for a Monday morning and then we all sat down together to eat breakfast.  Some of us opted for boring old breakfast tacos, while others of us opted for the ingenious Mangia breakfast pizza.  Instead of pizza sauce, they use frickin GRAVY.  It was devine.  We got on the plane and split up into our respective middle seats.  Yay.  The flight was uneventful, which is my favorite kind of flight.

We arrived, grabbed our bags, and hopped a shuttle over to Treasure Island, which was now known as TI, and had been almost complete de-pirate-ized.  That makes me sad.  You’d think with Johnny Depp’s latest string of blockbusters, they’d be more into the whole theme.  We lined up at the buffet for second breakfast (the most important breakfast of the day), and April scampered off to her room, looking a little green.  We ate, and then retired to our rooms for a nap.

Colleen and I went down to the pool for a bit after our nap, then we met up with everyone (including a recovered April) for dinner at Kahunaville, a restaurant/bar which was very tasty.  Everyone but Colleen and I had gotten tickets to see Mystéré, so off they went, and we waited in the bar to meet up with Dawn, a friend of mine from high school who now lives in Vegas.  She and her husband took us to dinner down the way at Palm Steak House in Caesar’s Palace (YUM!) and we met some of their friends.  After the show, Shane and April joined us and William (Dawn’s Hubby) drove us to a club where they comped our entry cause it was almost my birthday.  We drank too much and had lots of fun, and then took a cab back to the hotel and passed out.