Eleven months ago I returned from a week in Las Vegas so excited that I'm surprised I didn't piss myself. Much.

Five hours ago I returned from another week in Las Vegas and I know that I have nothing to be excited about.

This time around there was nobody who, even in my most alcohol sodden delusions, I could imaging missing me with any thought other than perhaps a passing "Hmm, I wonder where that Dave guy has been."

This time around there's nobody to come home to.

Except my cats.

They're really glad to see me.

I will post some entries about the last couple of days in Las Vegas. Maybe later tonight. Maybe tomorrow morning.

For now, it's off to Rich O's.