Back From the Wild West

So I'm back and need a vacation from my vacation. Hopping out to Vegas for four days, returning late last night (including that dreadful time change stuff) and then starting fresh at 7am this morning is NOT the ideal way to assimilate myself back into regular society. Still, it was fun, hung out with old friends and was up a couple hundred dollars until I stayed a wee bit too long at the roulette table Saturday night. Oh well, as The dude says... "sometimes you eat the bar and sometimes the bar eats you".



Above- picture looking out over the strip.



My one celebrity encounter, and I'd already met him (and run away from him as a kid.. which is a story for another time). Pete Rose signing autographs in Caeser's Palace.

If I would've been smarter, I would've carried my work Treo with me more often since sending pictures is much easier than on my crappy personal AT&T phone, which holds the really great shots such as two nights at Hofbrauhaus Bavarian Restaurant, the BEST time I've ever had in Vegas over 3 trips now. Tons of German sausage, ham, authentic German beer drinking games, music, and the most important... microbrewed beer served in LITER glasses. Yes, liter. Needless to say, 2 of these bad boys had me flying. And a later story will certainly have to be told about me befriending the head musician in the band and drunkedly staggering out with him as he sings authentic German songs, making my entire party in the waiting cab say "what the hell?" Good times. Good times.