Let me introduce you to my boot.
This is what happens when you walk around Vegas for 5 hours in flip-flops. Apparently what happens is you sprain your medial arch, and then you spend the next three days limping around Vegas in pain until you decide you should probably make sure you haven't broken any bones.Then you find out that it doesn't matter if you haven't broken any bones because the doctor is going to require that you wear the boot anyway. So you hobble around school all day, where EVERYONE asks what happened, and all you have to say is, "I walked too long in my flip-flops." What is the moral of the story? When you come back from Vegas and then have to wear a boot for two weeks, the idea that "What happens inVegas stays in Vegas" no longer applies to you.
Is it just me, or do I look like I am getting ready to do a strip tease in this picture? I guess Vegas impacted me more than I thought.