Vegas, Baby!

I could tell you about how Suz almost had a meltdown before we even left my house when she discovered she had left her bank card at home in New Hampshire. Which she did.

I could tell you that G-Man is a rock star for bringing her said card at the departure terminal at Logan. And he is.

I could tell you that I still don't know how I missed the announcement on the MBTA website telling me my local line wouldn't be running trains on Saturdays and Sundays all summer. Screw you, MBTA!

I'd rather tell you about the woman ahead of us in the security checkpoint who was wearing suede lace-up knee-high moccasins-- because that's the most convenient footwear choice for a situation in which you will need to take off and put on shoes quickly.

I'd also like some credit for not kicking her in the face.

But if I had kicked her in the face at airport security, Suz and I wouldn't be here in Las Vegas now.

Suz and I came out here with E-Money back in 2002. I don't remember a lot of it, except that E-Money had a confusing moment the first morning when he woke up to hear the shower running and neither Suz nor I could be seen. Then I returned with a dozen Krispy Kremes, which I think was a bigger turn-on than anything that he might have been imagining.

I also remember a gaggle of Elvii trooping through the floor at Mandalay Bay.

Me: Is that what I think it is?
Suz: Is that what I think it is?
Me: That's a lot of Elvis impersonators.
Suz: So you see it too?
Me: Yeah. So we're not just that drunk?
E-Money: You are that drunk, but those are still Elvii.
Suz: Okay, then.
Me: Okay, then.

The rest of it is kind of a haze of alcohol, beers, In N Out Burger, and doughnuts, but otherwise embarrassing for its sheer lack of embarrassing moments.

This morning, nobody woke up to hear anyone else singing "Hot, Hot, Hot" in the shower, but we did see this from the condo window: