Like most trips, this one started at the butt crack of dawn. Timmy, in his new truck, was the designated driver. After picking everyone up and making a quick stop at the store (and Taco Bell of course), the usual goon squad hit the road: Timmy, Galen, Dino, and Preston.

With Preston sat shotgun they made their way through the early morning phoenix traffic. Preston chose the CD's, blasting them, while Galen and Dino sat mildly annoyed in the back seats. It wasn't long before Dino fell asleep, with his eyes open as he tends to do, and Galen settled into a stoic thoughtfulness with eyes glazed out the window. Being in the HOV lane in central Phoenix Timmy was driving 80-90 miles per hour, did I mention this was his third time driving on the freeway? Anyways the boys caught a vibe and cruised through the first 100 miles of the trip, all the way to the Arizona-Las Vegas border. When they saw the sign for the Hoover Dam, they decided to make a little pit stop.

The security at the Dam is tight, stopping every single car at the entrance. When the boys pulled up a stern and slightly more than middle-aged woman walked up to the truck, and staring Timmy in the eyes said: "Sir are there any drugs or firearms in this vehicle." There may have possibly been a small firearm tucked away into a bag buried in the trunk (we were heading to Area 51). Realising this Timmy, a masterful manipulator, fell silent and gave a slight nod of the head. The lady raised an eyebrow and stood there staring, she then slowly walked up to the truck looked around at the occupants and said: "Sir I need a verbal yes or no". "No". The lady, who by that point had zapped them of every last drop of aura and claimed it for herself, said, "Go ahead."

After a stretch of the legs, the sights of the dam, and the realization that they weren't far from Vegas, the car ride had become energetic. As they got closer and closer, as was indicated by the signs on the highway, there was only one thing on each of their minds: the world famous 8 burger big burger. The goal was simple, stop in Vegas, get some lunch at the Heart Attack Grill on Freemont Street, and order themselves an 8 burger big burger (split four ways that's a 2 burger big burger each). But, like most things with these fools, it wasn't so simple, and lets just say, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.