Home Again

I finally got out of the hotel and was able to sleep in my own bed last night--it was wonderful. Not that staying in a hotel is a bad thing, but it's nice to be home again.

The Madness is winding down, although a few of my favorite buffoons are still in town. I may be heading back down to the Strip this afternoon if the weather is nice, but at the very least I'm supposed to have dinner with Angy tonight--one last night of fun before she heads home tomorrow. At least that's the tentative plan--another one may manifest itself, however.

And speaking of dinner, about ten of us went to Grimaldi's last night, which was a blast. Not only was the pizza great, as usual, but we had a huge table out on the patio and laughed it up the whole time we were there. As always, the Vegas gang is good for a lot of laughs.

But I'm just waking up right now, spending my morning sorting through the pictures on my camera, trying to remember the when and why to most of them. Oh, and out of 96 photos I took this weekend, a good ten percent or more will likely never see the light of day. What happens in Vegas and all that...

After dealing with all of the pictures and such, I've got to dump a couple of duffel bags worth of laundry into the washing machine, hoping to wash most of the casino funk off of the last week's worth of clothes. Sadly, smoke and stale booze are edging out stripper perfume as the dominant flavor of my dirty laundry.

Once the chores are done, I get to go back out and play one last time. But then I get to relax for three more days. I'm loving this whole 'vacation' thing.

Mikey