So long Vegas! (which, really, is for the best)

Where have all the Michaels gone, long time paaaasing? Where have all the Michaels gone, long long time agoooo? Where have all the Michaels gone; gone to Vegas every one. When will they ever learn? When will they eeeeever learrrrrrn?

Well, I just flew back from Vegas and boy are my arms tired. And by “arms”, I really mean “liver”. Ha! Feel the comedy, folks, it’s infectious. Or maybe that’s just what I’m telling myself to explain the rash.

Vegas was fun, but Vegas was tiring. I am still tired. Tired right now. Not so much a time-zone thing, although I’m sure that’s part of it. Mostly, I think, it’s a being-fantastically-unkind-to-my-body tired that has me in it’s grips right now.

See? I can’t even really string together a coherent blog entry.

There are so many things I write about too. I’ve got opinions on all of them – the 9/11 5 year anniversary, MD state elections, Katie Couric, Meredith Viera, you name it.

But for now I’ll be slowly letting myself return to normal – a return to days not filled with lots of booze and very rich food at late hours of the night. Days of reasonable bed times. Days without loud music and cocktails in a tropical-themed pool.

I’ll miss them all.

But you, Hulk Hogan, I think I’ll miss you the most.