Anyone who's followed my travels knows at least a piece of my history in Las Vegas. It began with winning hundreds and even thousands at the crap tables, which in turn lead to years worth of comps in the form of free rooms, buffets, money and even tickets to Cirque shows.
Over the years Vegas has been the stage for psychedelic celebrations and blisteringly drunken nights. Unavoidable were new friends, punches thrown, hotel security, money won, money lost, court rooms, hotel rooms, scammers, days without sleep, days without waking, saxophone playing hypnotists and too much chaos to recount.
Now, after a long reprieve, I was heading into the desert's palpitating heart one again. This time I was bringing Marilyn, my lady of the past couple years and travel partner for the better part of the past year. She'd never been to Vegas, but this was about to be one hell of an introduction.