I don’t have the words to describe that crazy town. I had a lot of fun. A played a lot of blackjack and broke even. I visited the Palms during Playmate tryouts. I drank at Glenmorangie Port-style at Bellagio in my Banana Republic suit with Silly-Putty-like goo in my hair. And yes, I did see an Elvis.
My brain has been cold booted. Even though I’ve been back since Monday, it’s taken until tonight for me to get back semi-coherent thoughts.