You know you're in vegas when...

It's after midnight, and a man walks down the street with his wife, holding a yard-stick sized mixed drink in one hand and his 4 year old daughter in the other, accepting a "hooker card" from one of the hispanics on the strip.

Allison, I've done some unorthodox things while raising you. Putting you in my stock pot, encouraging your love of espresso, etc, etc. I make a solem vow that you will remain in the hotel room while we're on vacation and I'm out drinking being solicited by prostitutes.

Vegas. It's like a regular city on cocaine. And as Rick James says, cocaine's a hell of a drug.
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