Leaving Las Vegas

First day back in the real world after a good-to-great (but with patches of miserable) 4 days in Vegas. I'm working on a monolithic, epic-length piece about the weekend, but for now, just a couple of pictures:

From the sublime (Sunday night, Gondola ride at the Venetian after a spectacular late dinner at Postrio)...



... to the ridiculous (the "view" from our hotel room at the Sahara. Note the much-ballyhooed Vegas Monorail sitting motionless in the station at the lower left -- this little tidbit both figured prominently in and contributed significantly to the "less than great" aspects of the trip):



Stay tuned for details, including: drinks, blisters, pain, expensive cheap shoes, more drinks, black lung, bad magic with great tits, brutal realizations about size/distance/perspective, insane cab drivers, more drinks, fat drag queens, "reamed at the San Remo" over and over, pretty fountains with shitty music, more drinks, abandoned casinos on a Saturday night, the longest cab ride in history, The Amazing Johnathan vs. The Worst Volunteer Ever, and so much more.

And there's a lot of walking. Lots and lots and lots and lots of walking.

Mood: Too tired to have a mood, really.
Now Playing: Joss Stone, "The Soul Sessions"