If people just went to Vegas to screw and get drunk, it wouldn't be such a bad place.

Instead, people go there to shop.  

I intend to close my eyes and pretend that Vegas is exactly how HST described it in Fear and Loathing, and I was actually just at the Mall of America for a long weekend.

In other news, Pops had a happy 80th, his girlfriend is a delightful lady, and the fella and I drank enough to drown our sorrows over Vegas being a consumer-friendly hell-hole. 

Lest you wonder or your parents try to lead you astray, the Eiffel Tower in Vegas is not "just like" the one in Paris.