The most offensive thing? It was the Sex Pistols slot machine in the Hard Rock Casino. And yet, it also had a certain beauty and purpose.

And this can not be denied.


So, I began to leave Vegas $7.50 up. Of this I was quite proud, as it represented my (after many many previous vegas visits) very first forray into the BlackJack tables.

Of course, this 'profit' vanished like the desert's overnight dew in mid morning sun, once I got to the Airport and decided I needed a Chicken Burrito Supreme and a bottle of H20.


Let this be a lesson to all of us.

And oh yeah, THEY are building a Monorail.


S