And seeing as how I just mentioned it, it must be time for the obligatory Vegas shout-out paragraph. The following people all kick ass: The guy who chased me down the street to offer me free porn, the waitress who kept bringing me drinks during my zombie-like two-hour winning streak that ran from 2:00 to 4:00 AM, the inventor of the bathtub, Strega (for being my first), Jessica (for being there at last), Miss Alli (for being my foil, as always), Wing Chun (for claiming she didn't know I smoked), Omar (for having small luggage), Pamie and Stee (for bringing the best game ever), Glark (for the posters and the pretzel vampires), Gustave, Alex Richmond, Sars, Heathen, and Lauren (for sitting at the cool kids' table, plus bonus points to Heathen and Lauren for introducing me to Danny Gans), Kim (for spotting a Backstreet Boy at the airport), and Sobell, Keckler, Shack, Ace, and Sep (for sitting at the equally cool, albeit Star Trek-obsessed, table). Oh, and the Couch Baron, for being the only man on earth who could have survived that airline experience. Vegas, baby!