We were just above Barstow when I realized the gravity of my error. We had started drinking way too early this Saturday morning, ingesting 2 Bombay Sapphire martinis before 1 PM even knocked around. A friend of ours had serious sorrows to drown, and we politely followed his lead. Someone suggested Las Vegas around 5 PM and we were at the airport not two hours later.
Let's just say that by the time we got to the Venetian, around 10PM, the sorrow-drowner was so shitfaced he puked all over himself in his room. Thankfully, my wife and I went down to Banana Republic and were able to pick up some clean new clothes so this guy could continue his crusade to obliterate his liver.
Banana Republic's staff was very friendly and understanding and we were in and out in 5 minutes.