I'm getting ready to hop on a flight that will take me to Vegas, and after a short connection, I'll head back to KC.
Is there anything worse than being able to see The Strip from the runway and knowing that you just can't walk over and play a hand of blackjack at the Pussycat Dolls table at Caesars?
It's horrible. It's like they're tempting you to just walk out the front door and never go home.