It's been 11 years since Luke had a decent birthday. Mostly it's his fault because 1.) he was born in January. 2.) he doesn't like them. 3.) I'm lame.
But this year, well, I made up for it.
He had no idea what I had planned cause I can be a pretty sneaky little ninja when I try.
We hit the road and ate snacks + chatted + rocked out to the radio + didn't talk about our kids once. 
Our first stop was the Pinball Museum, which is called a "museum" so that people will feel dignified while playing games built for children at 11:30 on a Friday. But it's an arcade. And it's awesome.
Our first stop was the Pinball Museum, which is called a "museum" so that people will feel dignified while playing games built for children at 11:30 on a Friday. But it's an arcade. And it's awesome. 
Next, we headed to our {super ghetto} hotel where there was a screaming match happening between an irate girlfriend and her "lying, cheating, sack of dog crap boyfriend". The cops were there and we could not get into our hotel without walking a direct line right through the middle of their screaming match. So that was fun.
We found ourselves a little restaurant for lunch and spent the day exploring the strip + hanging out + taking jumping pictures 
+ shopping 
+ buying last-minute tickets for a {super awesome} magic show + meeting the magician + taking the stupidest-looking picture of all time after waiting for an hour + 
trying a caramel malt from Shake Shack {over. rated.} +
not getting shot at the Bellagio.
We explored the strip in the daylight hours and pretty much did all the things you do in Vegas. (Except for going to the strip joints, getting drunk, gambling, smoking, and prostitution. So, basically, we did none of the things you do in Vegas.) But we did see a cool sign made out of jelly beans, so I'm calling it a win. 
We decided we had better try one of the famous buffets on our last night in the big city, so we went to the Mirage and ate everything in sight. Luke even snuck a cookie out in his pocket cause we are just rebels like that.
The thug life chose us.
Obviously.
The BEST part of our whole trip was seeing Cirque Du Soleil's Mystere.
I. Can't. Even.
It was one of the coolest things I've ever done in my entire life and I won't even attempt to explain it.
We made it back to our hotel by 9:30 and had a little victory bed-jumping session in celebration of the coolest weekend of our lives.
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