Bound only by conscience...

...we, a barely-motley crew of semi-adults, are bound for Las Vegas.

Still...72 hours separates us from our mission. They are hours that will not pass quickly. They are 72 hours where we will be forced to consider why we are going. We will be forced to defend our motivations. We will be forced to reinforce our argument. That argument is as follows:

We have achieved a degree of freedom in our lives. We are adults--if only by age and statute--who answer to just a few things. Those things...are the law, our collective conscience, and our wives.

While it might be easy to write off our motivations as carnal in nature, it goes beyond that. We seek freedom. Not because we don't like our lives, but because we do like our lives. There is an inborn part of each man that demands he seek freedom in all forms. To seek that freedom is to grow on all levels.

However, freedom from the law puts us in jail. Freedom from our conscience puts us in dispair. Freedom from our wives puts us in divorce.

So, how then do we find freedom?

Las Vegas offers the opportunity to find that freedom through meeting the reasonable demands of those things to which we answer.

We wil not break the law. We will not violate our conscience. We will not break a marital trust.

We will have the freedom to violate every demand and, yet, we will not. The freedom to do so will be enough.

It promises to be among the best trips a group of men can take. The 72 hours between now and departure will pass as slowly as they can.

We are more than 20 strong, bound for Las Vegas and bound only by our conscience.