While the Better Half and I managed to quaff at least some of the infamous bacon martini w/o negative ramifications, we were not so fortunate with Sunday night's visit to a certain casino buffet. Suffice it to say that the carnitas cosseted a modest case of Montezuma's Revenge and that blogorrhea was KO'd by otherrhea.
So I'm taking advantage of a 20-minute lull between a doctors' visit and a trip to the dentist to bang this out. The big news in Vegas this morning is the collapse of a rebar column out at the McCarran International Airport expansion, injuring five. So far there have been no fatalities, thank God.
A Bataan Death March of shows continues tonight with Sin City Bad Girls at the Las Vegas Hilton. I wriggled out of seeing Todd Paul at Hooters last night, though I hear he was very funny. (Hooters scares me; is death contagious?) Wednesday brings yet another visit to Phantom of the Opera, followed on Thursday by Peepshow 2.0 and a Friday pair of one-acts featuring members of Insurgo Theater Movement. After which, I will not leave my apartment for a long, long time.
