sane city?

generally, i am a pretty optimistic, happy-go-lucky kind of person, but i have to admit there is something about las vegas that often brings out the worst in me. in the city of sin, i become a difficult and bitter grouch. is it the non-stop ringing of slot machines, the secondhand smoke, the lack of sunlight? while vegas is a popular vacation destination and especially inviting on new year's eve, my constant cantankerousness, caused by god knows what, pushed dabney to the edge. she had take me aside, slap a cocktail in my hand, and tell me to shut up before i snapped out of it all and began to sit back and enjoy myself.

after a little gambling, a winning streak*, a musical, and fireworks, all seemed right in the world. thanks to crazy bride and the thought she put into our new year's eve, i managed to have a pretty good time afterall.









*we nearly left las vegas $200 richer, but decided to blow most of it on a meal at thomas keller's bouchon the evening of our departure. mind you, it was worth every dime.