Vegas, Vegas, Vegas.

What can I say about Las Vegas?

We saw a lot of things that, had we not been in Sin City, would have prompted us to schedule a CAT scan for as soon as possible.

We saw things in Las Vegas, that, anywhere else, I would have thought I was hallucinating.

As we passed O’Shea’s we saw a dwarf dressed like a leprechaun dancing on top of the bar, pouring shots into the patrons’ mouths and soliciting dollar bills.

As we walked down Las Vegas Boulevard a double decker bus passed with Elvis standing on top of it singing.

Am I going nuts, or did I just see Elvis singing on top of a moving bus?

A man dressed like a giant ice cream sundae, smut in free newspaper boxes along the sidewalk…

A castle next to the New York skyline next to a pyramid, just down the street from a pirate ship?

Lions in the middle of a casino.

Two teenagers on Rascal scooters, playing bumper cars in the middle of the sidewalk running into families with small children who were watching the Bellagio fountain show at 1 in the morning.

Did I just dream that or did that really happen.

I guess what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, because I haven’t experienced any similar hallucinations since.