Vegas, courtesy of the SCOS


You gotta love that hat.	Babe Ruth, the home run king, winds up for a swing.

I am not a crook!	Meet the new Tony Snow.

I'd like to point out that Orian's the camera man. All I do is comment on the pics he's taken.	Again, not my camera.

I don't know where the original of this lies, but I know it must be destroyed.	An outdoor courtyard of Ceasar's Palace.

The legendary Bellagio buffet. Kobe Beef is offered here, but is not advertised on the outside menu.	The parents come and visit me for a short bit in Vegas. Since they don't much like all the smoke and glitter, they left soon after to check out the Grand Canyon.

WINNER!	Truong's got that "You talkin to me?!" Taxi Driver look.

My two bodyguards, Dimitri and Alexi.	Average Bellagio Buffet wait time: 3 hours.

Truong carefully watches his step. Don't want to reinjure that leg.	No time to talk as Wes and Sean chow down.

I always record memorable meals for posterity.	Unlike normal dinners where conversation occurs, this meal is all about uninterrupted gluttony.

Poor camerawork.	Orian strikes the Merovingian pose.