Sunday morning we woke up in Anaheim and checked out of our hotel. It was time to head south to San Diego for the Chargers vs Bears game. One of the fun things while we were driving around was taking pictures of each other as one of us would fall asleep. Below is a picture of Bob while he dozed off.

Das was in charge of getting the NFL tickets. He kept promising us we were good, but the day we left he informed us that one of the tickets never got mailed to him. We weren't sure how this would play out. But Das continued to promise us it was all good.

We drove around the back streets of San Diego searching for the girls house who sold das the ticket. We were all sceptical, but Das came through. Above is a picture of him with "Ticket Girl"

Here me and Das are walking across the freeway to the Stadium.

At the tailgate party before the game. A few of the Charger Cheerleaders were walking around getting the crowd excited. Nice of them to stop for a picture.

Here Das is with some fellow Bear fans.

We all got broken up at the game. Me and Das sat together. Almond and Bob. Then Kurt and Chris. Above is me and Das in our seats.

Here Das was with some nice girls we were sitting by. They were big Bear fans and just nice girls all around. Das really loved the girl on the rights shirt and we got a picture with her to remember the shirt. I'm not a Bears fan, but the more I look at the shirt, the more I like it.

Here we all are after the game. This is at the San Diego airport. Das had to fly out to Boston for work. So we dropped him off.
Funny Story: for some reason a "Playboy" magazine was floating around my car the entire trip. As we said our good byes to Das, someone slipped it into his laptop bag. Das never realized it was there and as he went to his training the next day, he was surprised as he stood in front of the room and pulled his notes out to find a Playboy Mag staring back at him. Acting as Cool as possible, he just slid it back in his bag, gained his composure, and gave his training.
We then drove straight to Vegas. We didn't account for the terrible traffic from San Diego heading north after the game, so we didn't get to Vegas till about 2:00 AM. But in stead of going to bed we hit the tables.

Here we are playing with "Apache Pete". he had one arm and was a terrible blackjack player.

We were winning and I was feeling pretty good. So I tried hugging the dealer. You are not allowed behind the table, nor are you allowed to take pictures. So you can see the fear in this dealers eyes as I approached her and cameras were flashing.

The Pit Boss was called over to get me under control. But as you can see, she caved very quickly to my charm. She not only didn't get mad at us, but I was allowed in the Pit for a hug and picture with her. We stayed up till about 5:30 AM playing. Good times.

Here is a picture of Kurt I took when we woke him up at 6:30 AM to get headed home. It was a long Sunday. Woke up in Anaheim, NFL game in San Diego, and a night in Vegas! Like the shirt said, "Balls to the Wall"