What Doesn't Happen In Vegas Stays In Vegas

One post a month. That's what it's come to.

I've been back in town for a while, but I've finally gotten around to writing stuff down. Stuff I remember:

• Cosmopolitan San Francisco. At least that's what our geriatric sightseeing tour bus driver said.
• My first Cirque du Soleil show, Love, at the Mirage. And the after-party at Revolution Bar.
  
• The Strip, notably: Caesar's Palace/Forum Shops, The Venetian, The Mirage, The Bellagio, Paris, Fashion Show Mall, and the Hawaiian Tropic-themed bar. I know now why Britney got married in this town. One can't help but be stupid here, it's great.
  
• All the good food!
• The bedsheets at Treasure Island.
  
• James, our Pacquiao-rooting, closet Pinoy-loving Lincoln Town Car driver.
  
• Dropping my camera on the Walk of Fame. And forced to buying a new one at the Walk of Regret.
• The cement prints in front of the Kodak Theatre. Classic.
  
• Walking to Zuni (and discovering back home that a restaurant called Zuni just opened at Greenbelt 5)
  
• Having a Starbucks fix near Rodeo Drive. Because I needed to use the bathroom.
  
• Stanford U! Go Cardinals!
  
• Outlet stores in Sac-town
• Wine-tasting at Sonoma. If you thought I was pretentious before...
  
• Snow! And that two layers of clothing and a dress jacket is not enough. And that you can't step on it with Vans without sinking.
  

Pictures at the newly refurbished multiply site. So all-in-all a great two weeks. Better than the Utah stay, but then again that's not saying much.

After I got back it's not like I've been unpacking this whole time; a lot's gone on but that's a story for another, uh, month?