I finally rolled back into LA last night. Still recovering. I’ll be kinda stupid for the next forty-eight hours. Forgive my dumbfuckery.

Vegas was, well… Vegas. I finally got to see Bob Dylan live in concert. Amazing. Then came poolside at Morea and Wet Republic, dinners at Mesa and Nobu, and clubbing at Moon and XS, and of course, suites at the Palms and Hard Rock, where me and my stripper friends ended up blowing lines off passages of the hotel room bible (Proverbs 2:16-19, to be specific.)

Now comes the part where I cram a week’s worth of work into two days while I’m half retarded. Wheee!