Tarzan couldn't take this kind of hot

So, J.R. and I packed up the kids this morning and headed off to Vegas, baby! Now, I knew it was going to be hot. You know, a nice dry 100 degrees or so. However, having never really been in a 100-degree desert before, I didn't understand what I was getting into. It was 104 degrees when we landed today (after, may I say, one of the longest, bumpiest landings ever). It is officially hot. Hot. My eyeballs are seared hot. I will, however, bravely forge on, and see whatever sites I can. We're hoping to catch a show, and eat some good food, and hang out with some good friends. The kids, as usual, are excited about the pool.