Dancing on our Graves

Vegas was grand, ridiculous, absurd, everything you would expect from a 40-hour binge. I was drunk before I left SFO, I was on a first-name basis with every black jack dealer who entered our vicinity, and I sang a rambunctious version of Klymaxx's "Meeting in the Ladies' Room(I'll be back real soon!)" on Thursday evening at the height of our debauchery. That was right before we went to Tao, where there were women making out in bathtubs and frolicking in steel cages all around the dance floor. Of course there are all sorts of particulars that can't be revealed out of respect for the participants, but I will admit to wearing bunny ears during the 5:00 am screening of Gummo, seven hours before my missed flight was to take off. I probably won $300 in blackjack, lost $125 on Thursday Night Football and the Heat/Wizards TNT game, and blew about $200 on meals, alcohol, caffeine, and tips. So I essentially broke even and went large in the process, and it only took me 36-hours upon my return to emerge from the cave ready to embark on another week. Am I refreshed? No. Do I still have my sanity? I believe so.

Of course it was epic to have the 4th Season of The Wire, just released on DVD, waiting for my recovery.

Unfortunately I didn't take any photos. Here are some shots, though, from last weekend.