Vegas interlude

Got up at 5:45 AM to catch a plane to Las Vegas -- all I can say is, what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.

That, and I'd swear I saw Eric Whitacre at Circus Circus wearing an oversized top-hat, a whole heck-of-a-lot of mardi gras beads, and not much else. He was accompanied by an elderly couple from Tuscaloosa, who had matching vintage "I Shot J.R." t-shirts, and they were all carrying tropical drinks and singing "Moon River" at the top of their intoxicated lungs.

Fact? Fiction? You be the judge...