We got into Vegas last night at 10pm and never stopped running. Our tale of the evening is Olympic Gardens, where we had our own Existentialist Conversations with Strippers. My favorite line?
"Wow! 21 years in the Army AND you were in Iraq? How are you are totally not F***ed up?"
This was followed by drinks with the lovely CK and her man-toy. We have such a great time when we get together. Give me someone who tells great stories any day!
More later. Perhaps.