Yes dears, my head hurts as well. Our trip to Vegas is now must a fond memory, and we have returned to that other Aledo, refreshed in spirit but devoid of cash. Robert loves to "roll them bones", and hours at the table left him penniless. Poor dear ended up selling his shoes to a homeless waif on the street, and managed to hit a 20 dollar jackpot on a friendly slot machine. Damned if he didn't spend all 20 on fancy hotel drinks. Lord knows we now have more little miniature umbrellas than we know what to do with.
Mallory had a good time, once we got her bailed out following that unfortunate "Occupy Las Vegas" incident. She spent the rest of the trip trying to figure out if the water in the hotel ran uphill or down. Poor dear never could get it straight, but it did keep her occupied.
TP kept a detailed journal of his most exciting adventures. The scrambled eggs at the breakfast bar ranked high on the list.
We also saw that poster Republican on the FAR end of the strip. Seems he doesn't have the gams for the big shows anymore, but landed a job in one of those "tranny" bars. Not sure what "tranny bars" are, but Robert thought it had something to do with a lot of transmission problems in Chevy Volts caused by Democrats driving through sand rather than around. Regardless, we surely did enjoy the show, and it looked like Republican was happy as a clam.