Ah, hon, ya got Arby's all over me.

I think the diminished number of weirdos in Las Vegas says a lot about the current economic climate. There weren't many sightings beyond what Jeremy dubbed the "strange, old, rich people." Jeremy was lucky though--he spotted an Elvis impersonator in the CVS. What was he shopping for? Perhaps some "Hunka Hunka Burnin' Hemorrhoid Cream"? Apparently the drugstore chain is a favorite among the Elvis-wannabe set...quite the "Love Me Vendor." (OK, OK, I'll stop now.)

The pictures are few and far between, but I think this one speaks for itself (OK, not at all, really, but I enjoy its bizarreness too much to try to explain):



We did go out for a nice dinner one evening...



...aaaaannnd here I am the morning after, attacking the leftovers:



Lovely, I know. Sorry, guys, I'm taken!!

Naturally, because we spent 5 days in sunny, temperate Las Vegas, Mother Nature decided to make us pay with "Snowmageddon 2010." Yes, the storm has a name. It also has a little-known slogan: "When you run out of beer, not even the snow plows can hear you scream."

We'll just say that supplies are dangerously low. It's Beer v. Blizzard, 2010...who will win out? Stay tuned.