The wolf pack.
Pretty much our only piece of civilization between Reno and Las Vegas.
This is what happens when Blondie finds a 24-hour Starbucks at her disposal.
Nobody does it like the Chief.
If only we were truly in Venezia.
This weekend we took off on a road trip to Las Vegas. Most girls in their twenties run to Vegas to do the standard party thing right? Not us, we care about one thing and one thing only, the Chief. Dedicated as they come, the three of us listened to only Eric Church the entire four hundred and fifty-three mile trip. And Saturday night he gave us a show that was unlike any other show he’s ever played. It was magical, honestly. We did lots of walking and shopping of course too.