Paul drove almost the entire way back. I can't imagine where he found the energy to keep going after he'd already driven us most of the way there.
We arrived at The Mirage a little before 7:30 on Friday morning. We packed, showered, and made a mad dash for the airport, arriving at the gate with only 15 minutes to spare.
I didn't sleep at all on the five-hour flight to Michigan.
It wasn't until I was back in Ann Arbor that evening that 34 hours and 3,000 miles after this long day had started I finally went to sleep.