Vegas, The Eagles & A Cocktail Called Firehorse

Some trips are about the destination. This one was about the people. Sitting inside the Sphere watching the Eagles, I had one of those rare moments of pure gratitude — because the two best concerts of my life have been with these exact people (and trust me, I have been to a lot of concerts). The Eagles at the Sphere and Billy Joel at Fenway Park. Not a bad track record, Scott, Phoebe and Pat. You guys are the BEST!

Last photo: Billy Joel at Fenway Park — the concert that started it all. August 2018

When your best friend since third grade calls and says "Eagles at the Sphere — you in?" the only acceptable answer is yes. Phoebe and I have known each other since we were kids growing up in Cadiz, Kentucky — a small town where, as it turns out, her dad and Scott's dad were close friends long before any of us came along. Some friendships are just meant to be.

The four of us — Scott and I, Phoebe and her husband Pat — descended on Las Vegas for a few days that did not disappoint.

The Sphere

There are no words that fully prepare you for the Sphere. Seeing the Eagles perform inside it was one of those experiences that reminds you why live music exists. And Vince Gill — absolutely extraordinary. If you ever have the chance to see a show there, you go. Full stop.

We also caught the Wizard of Oz experience, which honestly none of us expected much from. We were wrong. The tornado scene alone was worth the price of admission — it quite literally blew us away. Pun absolutely intended.

Freemont Street & the Good Life

Phoebe and Pat are our people when it comes to food, wine and a well-crafted cocktail, so Freemont Street felt like it was designed just for us. We ate well, drank better, and Phoebe even walked away with some of the casino's money — a win we are all still celebrating on her behalf.

The Firehorse

My favorite moment might have been the smallest one. At Wing Lei I ordered a cocktail called the Firehorse — which happens to be my Japanese zodiac sign. It felt like the universe winking at me. It was absolutely fabulous. So was everything else on the menu.

Vegas, you were a very good time. But mostly — Phoebe, Pat, thank you for being the kind of friends worth crossing the country for.

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