*Hey that’s no friend, it’s Abe!

Fireworks Videos…

Way to rub it in NBC, way to rub it in. Guess I’m not funny
ANYWAY, back to my life-stylings…

Vegas was fine again. Print boarding pass on the net, valet and breeze through Burbank/Bob Hope security, town car pick-up at Mccarren, drop off at the Tropicana.

So far so good?

Lunch at the MGM, say hello to the cats, then it’s back to work with famed announcer Barry Tompkins.

Done by 9pm this week, head down to Mandalay Bay, late for Shark Reef, but I catch a quick visual and brief audio of Ringo Starr doing his thing on the beach @ Mandalay - playing music, not bathing in the moonlight.

Then I tram it over to the Luxor, head up to the food court for a couple slices at Little Caesars (”pizza, pizza”), followed by a two-scoop sundae at Swenson’s.

Delicious, and yes, so far all activities have been of the solo variety.

From here, I walk over to the Excalibur, feeling the magic and buzz just like a character from Swingers. “Vegas, Baby!” Inspired, I head downstairs to play skee-ball and air hockey against two 14 year-olds from Barstow.

Smoked Em!, out. Kidding, joking, seriously kidding - (that should do it, bases covered).