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The stretch limos (there were TWO) went from here to way, way, WAY over there.

Getting to Vegas was (for me) an angst-ridden journey filled with panic attacks, stress-laden nightmares of missing the plane, plane connections, getting lost in the desert... I have a fertile imagination that went into overdrive and drove me (and Stephen) nuts. Actually, Stephen found it funny.

Of course we made the plane, with clean laundry, our tickets were honored, everything was on time, and the hotel was found after only one ride-by loop. Ninety-five percent of everything I worry about never happens!

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