In the spiraling vortex of Las Vegas' Luxor Inn, giant shaped like a Pyramid, a barrage of sleepy sin-eyed Nevadans and travelers, gamblers and vixens, the stale air making me sick, my nose still dry and cracking. We stumble through the neon fantasy like some Disneyland memory of mine from age eleven, dressed in black, mopey. It isn't until I run across a highway leaving Jenny to fend for herself at the Venetian Casino, do I experience the real Las Vegas in the form of a Russian liquor store and deli. I sit at a counter with Russian limo drivers waiting for my sandwich while the old Russian lady who runs the deli hands me a piece of salami. I get a coffee and set out in search of Jenny lost in Venice. We go to a buffet and get really fat trying to make sure we get the food that would be the most expensive then roll into the show at Harrah's. We watch Jerry Lee Lewis, Tina Turner, Dolly Parton, Michael Jackson and Elvis Presley. I like Jerry Lee and Michael the best. Then we slid into a Casino after seeing an angel come off a karaoke stage. We then proceed to become heavily involved in one of the most amazing Karaoke shows of all time. Unfortunately my renditions of When Doves Cry and Spend the Night Together got deleted from the camera during our vortex sojourn. All way have to prove that we were there was a souvenir t-shirt and a broken toy. The T-Shirt, Jenny got for spinning the drink wheel and the toy she got from an old man from vancouver.

The next day we got the hell out of their amidst coughing up blood, stale air, and neon slot machines to Lo Lo Mai Springs outside of Sedona Arizona.