Vegas
The trip to Vegas was boring. Well, mostly. I was alone, hot (I hate airco and seldom use it) and grumpy, if simultaneously mildly amused. I was driving to Vegas to bet a grand on the San Francisco 49ers to win the Super Bowl.
Gaming
John Madden: the Institution
Madden was, in brief, tremendously entertaining. Just hearing him doing tv commentary or seeing him bursting through fake walls in commercials selling beer put me in a good mood.