Dad found out from some guys at work that the World Rugby Sevens was in Las Vegas, so Dad made some calls and he and Uncle Alan and his friend Alex decided to attend. So after work Friday night they drove out to Vegas to enjoy a weekend of Rugby.
Uncle Alan drove which made it possible for Dad to sleep, which didn't happen. Dad said that Uncle Alan drove at 90 miles per hour all the way to Vegas.
The weather was weird, but nice. It was cold in the Morning and evenings, but hot after the sun showed it's face.
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