Abra-Ca-Sexy!

Vegas (baby!) in June is HOT! And everyone broke Anna's no crack policy, boobs or butt.

The question is, who doesn't need an Armadillo purse?

Gazed at Barry Manilow while laying poolside (due to a bio-hazard in the pool).

Everyone knows I love to get my drink on..... (Diet Pepsi, yum!)

And since I drank so much I thought I lost my mind and Elvis had shrunk... nope he was definitely a midget Elvis. Only in Vegas!

Gold statue man, who tried to hit on me when I took a picture.... creepy.

Silver man.... way less creepy.

And The People's Diva.... Who'd've thunk she had such a mouth?!

The smiles are due to our dumbfoundedness at the use of Jazzies during the show. Seriously!

We got a quick song from Billy Idol

And a normal size (although poorly replicated) Elvis. He could sing and move his hips, so whatever.

Then I finished the night off with a quick hug from Barry. You know he can't smile......

It was a quick two day trip. We walked a lot, shopped a lot, bought a little, slept some, sweat buckets, rode several monorails, and relaxed plenty.