As suspected I am here physically but not metally. I was sick before going to Vegas and needless to say I'm not feeling any better now.
I did my part in donating to the Las Vegas economy. Bascially a couple of dealers made me bend over and grad my ankles. So LadyT is correct in questioning if I can walk now.
I stayed at Planet Hollywood which was hosting the Miss America contest. On Sunday as I'm riding down the elevator by myself to head to the airport (basically no sleep for two days, I haven't showered and I just reek of booze) the elevator makes one stop before the bottom. All of a sudden 20 of the Miss America contestents get on the elevator with me all dress up in their fancy dresses while wearing the ribbon across their bodies with their state name. I couldn't believe it.
Man was I praying that the elevator would get stuck. I felt bad for the girls though for having to ride with me. Jack Daniels was just coming out of my pores. Ms. Kansas was stuck right next to me so I said "good game yesterday" hoping she was a Jayhawk fan. It turns out she was and smiled at me and said "I loved it". After I picked my tounge off the ground and my knees became solid again I debated whether it was an appropriate time to ask her to be Mrs. Cawacko. Unfortunately I wussed out.
I've definitely had more wild trips to Vegas but it was a good time. So now its back to staring at my screen pretending I'm working.