Psycho

VIVA LAS VEGAS:  In what has become the new normal, I am woefully behind with this blog. 

So behind that I have to go back a couple plus weeks to tell you about an adventure CJ had semi-recently.

He flew solo down to Las Vegas, where his oldest brother Rick lives with his wife Rachel and a pair of adorable Dobermans (or is it Dobermen?), Pretzel and Marzipan.

Marzipan is still a pup, and she took a shining to CJ. 

Family and furry friends aside, another big magnet for CJ's trip was a death metal concert event called Psycho Las Vegas. It was held at the Mandalay Bay resort.

CJ was on his own for the event, and I was a bit surprised by his lack of planning. He was texting me saying he couldn't find various stages or the schedule, etc. So I found myself thousands of miles away, using the magic of the Internet to help him navigate.

I sent him screen shots of schedules and a map of the resort.

I also helped him navigate the airports from afar.

It didn't help that it sounded like the event was not the most organized. There were numerous cancellations, including on the day of the show CJ went to.

He did manage to finally find his way around the resort and to the various stages where the entertainment was taking place.

For a couple of sets, he wound up pretty close to the action.

He wound up making his way back to Rick and Rachel's via an Uber about midnight after 12 hours of metal.

Other highlights of his trip included food. 

Lots and lots of food. Check out his ridiculous hot dog, below.

I can't believe he ate the whole thing!