Jingle Jets

Bah humbug, is it already time to write another blog?

Christmas in 80 degrees? Yes please.

Bro, do you even ugly vest?

Wait, what? Texas has trees?

On the fifth day of Christmas, Uncle Jared gave to me, two cotton candies...

...And a peacock in the Permian.

Look no kids.

Spoke too soon.

Houston, we have a... playground.

Merry Cowboy Christmas y'all.

Next stop on the anti-snow tour, San Diego.

Wait, so much for anti-snow, there's Alberta!

Bro, it's not a prisoners' dilemma if you're the only one in an ugly vest.

Maverick on the hard top.

The Jingle Jet is comin' to town. At Mach 2.

Panda Town USA, aka the San Diego Zoo.

Going through popcorn like they go through bamboo.

Orcas are kind of the panda-adjacent, no?

Why have Legos under the tree when you can have a Lego tree?

Aren't you a little flexible for a minifigure?

The prancing horse...

...And the Prancing Horse.

I guess we can take the green line home from Fulton Street?

Not Duplo hour.

Spoke too soon again.

What happens in Vegas... ends up on a blog eight months after the fact.

I suppose it's less painful than the slot machines.

Meow Wolf. It's as weird as it sounds.

Dad, can we go find the turd emoji instead?

There's off-strip and then there's off-road.

The Canyon of the Crescent Moon?

I guess it is possible to beat the house. You just have to get out of the house.

The Vegas Grand Prix.  Fake, just like everything in Vegas.