OK, so I stole this title from a Carrot Top joke. Sue me. Seriously, though. Tuesday night as we walked the strip home from Harley Davidson, we found out just how long of a walk it is. As it turns out, its about 4 miles from where we stayed to where we were walking, but I swear it felt much farther. Maybe its because you have to wait at every road and red light, not to mention that they purposefully redirect foot traffic so that you have to walk by any of the 6 billion stores and casinos there. Another thing about it is that things are so large in Vegas that your perspective gets a little wonky. You can see the Luxor, and it looks close, but its gonna be another 30 minutes before you get there. Its a strange distance/perspective anomaly. Having said that, Tuesday was great because it was cool to see all of the extravagant shops, construction, and lighting, but it was also a curse because it was then that I received the dreaded foot sprain. This made the remainder of the trip a bit... uncomfortable. Top all of the walking we did down the strip off with all of the walking we did at NAB and it seems like we walked 90% of the time, which makes for some serious hurtin'.
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