Las Vegas was once a place I never wanted to visit. That, of course, was before the HRC dinner, the Versailles-like villa at the Bellagio, Alex restaurant, riding around in a limo. After a tough week of work in Los Angeles, I was ready to get the fuck out of the City of Angels, and head for the neon excess that is Las Vegas.
I'm not if the whole story can be told effectively in words, or if I would want to. Here are my g-rated pictures from the weekend. As for other things, remember, "What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas."
Adam Does Vegas.