Vegas, courtesy of the SCOS


That suit combination fits him well, as dribbled wine and spittle will be hid well by the black.	The cake is some sort of chocolate mousse.

Lundin takes his time serving the SCOS.	Hap Thanksg.

Now, there's a miscue for a photo.	At the top left is a board for Keno, so you could gamble while you eat. I personally don't like things which distract from the delicious food.

Happy Thanksgiving!	Hana ho!

Viva Las Vegas.	Cue Claire de Lune.

After the dinner, we head back to Timmy's suite for drinking and Texas Hold Em.	I love Police 911. It's a shooter cop game, but you can dodge bullets by swaying your body. Motion detectors around the machine track your movements.

I still don't understand how Orian ends up in so many of his own photos. He must spend a vast amount of time handing his camera off and telling others "Take pictures of me." Please, take his camera and pawn it if he ever offers it to you.	This must be in New York, New York. We are not adventurous folk, and don't go on any of the amusement rides here.

The asian restaurant wouldn't be complete without the Lazy-Susan in the middle of the table.	I must say, Siko looked the least bum-ish during this trip in all the years I've known him. He fell back to the mean in following years.

Wes takes an interest in an object suspended in Orian's glass.	Must get every last drop!

Satiated, for now.	A nice dinner shot