Due to my procrastination, finding and booking a flight to Vegas was proving to be difficult. Fellow blogger Otis had booked his flight from the nearby
After reaching our destination at about we had dinner across the street from where we were staying. As time wore on, and mainly due to us being total degenerates, we went to a local establishment. Wink, wink. Nudge, nudge. Say no more, say no more.
As is fitting, my single sampling of the local talent had the fortuitous coincidence of occurring to the tune of Cowboys From Hell. I stopped what the fine young lass was doing, turned to my buddy Tommy and raised a toast to Dimebag. After the toast, I looked back at the slightly confused stripper and said, “You may continue.”