What happens in Vegas ... doesn't stay there ....

Our journey to Vegas would not have been complete without eye witnessing Elvis. We had been going twelve hours strong on the Strip, it was approaching midnight, and we had yet to see The King.

We had seen the wobbly Bride walking through the MGM Grand Hotel on the way to the Chapel; with her bridesmaid's trailing behind sipping on fancy drinks.

We had seen our fair share of young ladies and young men desperately trying to hook up.

We had seen the trans-gender person buying cookies at the Miracle Mall at Planet Hollywood, but refrained from snapping a picture; it would have been too obvious.

But where was Elvis?

The King was at the Bellagio getting his picture taken with the ladies. As we were headed to our rental car, getting on the elevator at two minutes to midnight, The King stepped inside our box. He was accompanied by his .... father! He was a young kid and this had been his first shift. Elvis was ready to leave the building and get out of that suit! He had had enough!!!

It struck me as a little funny after seeing how "the women" were responding to him just a few short minutes prior in the lobby. If only they had know .... Nnah, it would not have made a difference! Who am I kidding; it's VEGAS!!!