So, on June 13 I started this thread, wherein I listed the things I would see and do in vegas:
And sadly, neither the hookers nor the dildos made an appearance…but I did come dangerously close to a thigh quaking orgasm during the Rammstein concert, something I’m sure that you all would have enjoyed an account of. And the man of my dreams, despite being two years older, remains at the top of my list as The Sexiest Man Alive…EVER…HANDS DOWN.
So that’s good stuff…
So I just wanted to say hey, and I’m back, and I won a total of $4 gambling and Vegas was wildorama
now…a nap.
jarbaby
When you’re up from your nap, tell us: how was Sigfried and Roy?
A nap? You old poop!
And how could you miss the hookers? How could you possibly miss them? They’re EVERYWHERE!
Welcome back. 
dantheman…let me let you in on a conspiracy I’m starting.
I believe, firmly, that the House of Blues in Vegas is pumping gaseous speed into the air of their venue, which results in straightlaced, non drug taking gals like me to lay awake after concerts, staring at the ceiling with this internal monologue:
boy, it’s hot here, but cool in here, cooler than outside,but my eyes are dry, I’m glad I took my contacts out. the concert was so great, I had such fun, I think Till looked at me but I’m not sure, how could he miss me, I was right in front of him, do I like the mohawk he has? I don’t know. how long till I can get up, how long till i go to the airport till till till till, pill pill till pep pill…
Then I had a highschool baseball team sitting around me on the plane throwing things at each other, and they weren’t even cute high school baseball players that I could corrupt in the bathroom, so I couldn’t get any sleep.
That’s why I needed a nap.
And I didn’t see the hookers, because it was 113 degrees and I think I was outside the Luxor/MandalayBay complex for a total of 20 minutes (not counting the pool)
MissDavis! I didn’t actually go to see Sigfried and Roy, but lord a’mighty, they are everywhere…it’s hard to avoid their Zeus-like ubiquitousness. 
jarbaby
Ohhhhhh you saw them, all right. You know, from what I’ve heard, not all of them are, y’know, conspicuous. 
That elevator boy? Hooker. That funky looking girl with the gaberdine suit at the concert? Hooker. The waitress? Actress, but also hooks. The baseball team? You guessed it…
Good for you missing the tiger team! I always found them a bit Bacchus-y and unappealing, myself (like the rest of Los Vegas). Congrats on the 4 bucks, by the way. At least you’re a winner.