What happens in Vegas

Had jello shots at Fat Tuesdays in the mall. Drank a daquiri while shopping. Lost some money in the slot machines. Ate buffet dinner until we were about to vomit. Listened to a gondoleer (is that a word?) sing in Italian. Walked until our feet were about to fall off. Drank Starbucks every chance we had. Lost some more money at the roulette table. Walked underneath a sleeping lion. Watched a crazy handler kiss the sleeping lion on the nose. Bought a more comfortable pair of shoes. Had another jello shot. Tossed more money into the slot machines. Looked at freaky-realistic wax statues of celebrities. Walked until the new comfortable shoes rubbed blisters on my feet. Saw dolphins playing slip 'n slide. Observed a white tiger while he coughed up a hairball. Watched a golden tiger spray a small Asian man (yes, I mean he pissed on him). Witnessed lion sexual tension. Decided we'd walked enough and took a taxi back. Realized how hungry we were and ate a huge corned beef sandwich. Danced on the bar at Coyote Ugly. Spent way too much money.

All in all, it was a really good time, but I'm glad to be home.

Pictures of the festivities to follow.