Is that hangover wearing off, everyone? Are you starting to remember what happened last weekend at the big VMB party? Are you wives starting to forgive you? Are the stains out of your good shirt? Did the gin joints restock the Jordan yet? Have the name changes ended? I'm flying out tonight to see if there is any Vegas left to love. A couple of weeks ago the missus Geotwink and I visited Wind Cave National Park and Mount Rushmore, and drove past a bunch of buffalo within spitting distance. I did what any good VMBer would do...hopped out of the car, took a picture, and yelled, "BUFFALO!!!" Armed with my good karma, we stopped in Deadwood to try our hand at the casinos there. Playing $2 a spin, I hit a quick Buffalo bonus and won a whopping $8. F to the Y, Buffalo! Still wanting to accentuate my bankroll, I decided to hit the [STRIKE]cardboard cocaine[/STRIKE] pull tabs this week at the local VFW. The daughters of the American Revolution were there looking to find skin boats to take to tuna town. I was able to avoid the blue hairs just well enough to come up with a few good hits. Geotwink is on a camping trip with the gals in the forests of northern Minnesota this weekend, so I gave her a back end comp before she left yesterday. Now it's time for my first solo trip to the holy land. It has to start somewhere. It has to start sometime. What better place than here? What better time than now? Lights out! Guerrilla Trip Report!!