Ah, Sunday. I went to bed when the sun was coming up. Mr. West, while completely brilliant and massively impressive, didn't start his show until 2:00 a.m. and with cleanup and celebration, it was just a late night.

So when I rolled out of bed and did all my last minute stuff, it was pretty much time to head back to the airport.

The Las Vegas airport is pretty crappy in the food department, but Vicky and I decided on some Quiznos. In hindsight, it was a delicious decision.

Vicky gave me some hell for taking a bite out of the sandwich before I took a photo, but whatever, man. I was hungry! I'd been up all night!

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