Picked up a late flight, Van Nuys to Stateline, bussed to Outlet Mall, cabbed to Tropicana.

Wanted to see the controversial Bodies exhibit at the Trop, you know the one, with real dead people, preserved and showing bones, ligaments, etc.

Got there too late. Next time. Gates open at 10am. Lasts about 90 minutes. Bring snacks.

After my gig at the Poker Dome, I went for a walk. From the MGM, through Bally’s, past the Aladdin, Steak and Eggs at the Frontier (depressing if you really think about it) - did a 180 at The Wynn, heading back down by The Mirage, then an ice cream sundae near Harrah’s while listening to a fantastic cover band (somebody sign these guys!).

My stretch run consisted of water guzzled near New York/New York and a chafe check in the shadow of the Excalibur.

Several miles of walking, smoking hot —> you do the math, sir.

So today I’m into oils and vaseline, which has absolutely nothing to do with Erotica LA.

You just witnessed a cheap “out” - This is why I don’t do Bumbershoot.