Spent the night in Vegas. The first room they put us in still had cigs burning in the ashtray— brown ones. Also a bottle of vodka that had only a nip taken out of it and an almost empty bottle of kahlua. What kind of monster chugs Kahlua? We had to check the closets to make sure the probably-italian people weren’t still there hiding. We took the bottle of vodka then called down and told the front desk the scoop, they gave us a nicer room with a TV in the bathroom that, while awesomely Tim the Toolman of them, we didn’t use. Now we’re gonna go swim in the lazy river and try to rent a motorized wheelchair, then off to Denver.