Vegas, baby...

So, there shall be a detailed report coming soon, but in the meantime, know that my trip to Vegas included a detailed grilling over why my wife needed a spa 300 miles from home, the males not winning any money while the females did quite well, a singing stuffed monkey, a lot of walking the strip, a scary filthy hotel, and ultimately, a minor brush with the law (well, casino security), in which I was accused by a (VERY) drunk gentleman of stealing his f@$%ing wallet. The upshot: we got $50 in meal comps for our trouble, and I get to write a very interesting blog.
Also, it reminded me that I need to get my write-up of my month riding the LA buses online. Sorry for the delay...