I thought I was a goner.

As Pam “navigated” (and I use that term loosely) The Strip from TI to the MGM last night, I thought I was experiencing my final moments on Earth.

I fired off a few camera shots in desperation in what I figured would be my legacy.

“VegasRex … The Final Photos”

The worst part was driving past the Bellagio and hearing Pam exclaim “is the MGM on the right or the left?”

FUCK!

Oh, it’s on the right … they tore it down and re-built it on the other side of the road yesterday.

This proves two of my running points:

1) Women can’t drive

2) Women don’t know directions worth shit

Somehow she didn’t get myself and Adam killed, but it sure as shit wasn’t for a lack of trying.

I stopped contemplating the afterlife at about this point.

What I figured was my final glimpse of the fountains.

I should have gotten out and ran for my life while we were stopped.

But one of these drunk motherfuckers would have run me over.