So as I was in Las Vegas recently, and again when I was in Los Angeles even more recently, it occurred to me that I should have brought Wilson. That way I could have done “Wilson Goes to Vegas” or “Wilson Goes Clubbing” blog posts, and they would have been: epic.

But I didn’t, so I can’t.

I should have, though, because while I was gone to LA, this happened:

That, dear friends, is poor Wilson after having flown off the dashboard due to an exceptionally tight turn and is precariously lodged right next to the open window. I am pretty sure BandGeek (in whose care I entrusted Wilson while I was gone) was not going to pull over to retrieve my poor, probably broken, plastic pig from the middle of the road.

Even if he does has cool solar-powered wings.