Stuporendous.

Ah, the excesses of Las Vegas!
None of the typical gambling done yet gambled a bit of my freedom to get into a 30$ buffet free of charge. Food never tasted so good (though admittedly enjoying my meal without a tremor of paranoia proved difficult).

America's Next Top Model marathons in a 34th floor suite at Mandalay Bay, five of my favorites in two beds, Joss Stone live at the Hard Rock Cafe, cramps worthy of the fetal position, coming across familiar faces, coming across unfamiliar faces, the bearded man at Pure and his imaginary lasso, free admission, snoozing snug in bathtubs, nosebleeds, Advil, foam confetti, elbows and heels, smooth alcohol, boogie into the wee hours, otter trains, Paris New York Egypt Venice Greece and the world of M&M's, inflated cup sizes, starless nights, cigarette smoke eyes, no sleep, and shiny everything.