I'm back home from four long and lit-up (mostly from casino lights, I
swear) days in Las Vegas. It was my first time there and not at all
what I expected. It was all expensive waffle-house food and bad
cocktail uniforms. And what did I expect? Expensive waffle-house food
and bad cocktail uniforms with more feathers and Dean Martin playing in
the background. Delusional but true. Apparently, I am not alone in my
yearnings for times of yore, my friends. Here are a few bits of
nostalgia that may just have you hunting for your sparkle suit and
Vegas ashtray, too:
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