Ladies, gentlemen, and my fellow whatzits,

I have woken to the dour gray of a desert morning and seen a glass pyramid from my window, rising from the sand. I have flirted shamelessly with cocktail waitresses in impossibly brief skirts. I have been slobbered upon by a nigh-naked goat-man being lead about a dark theatre on a leash by a lingerie-clad drag queen. I have been drunk on wine and glitz under wheeling stars, I have danced with a posse of vampiric hussies in gleaming leather, made small talk with jaded bartenders and stared wide-eyed and unblinking into the neon burn of a sinful evening, three times over.

Vegas was delightful.