Till then, trust I'll be having fun this weekend in Las Vegas, except for when I'm forced to view plastic versions of some of my favorite cities — New York, Paris and Venice — which always makes me want to throw up.

And if I hear anyone say any of the following...
a) "Vegas, baby!"
b) "What happens in Vegas..."
c) "My friend gets comped all over the place."
d) "I know this guy who works at [enter club here]."
e) "The Hard Rock is supposed to be pretty cool. [THANKS FOR THE YEARS-OLD INFO, CAPTAIN CONTEMPORARY.]

... I'll punch 'em straight in the grill.

But I am looking forward to busting my gut at the buffets, busting my bankroll at the tables and busting the Seahawks (it's revenge time for Feely and the Giants), plus photographing the Fremont Street light show again and doubling my fun with the drinkage. (Shot above taken last year at VooDoo Lounge.)