I arrived in Las Vegas at the monkey's end of a two-day drive in a 2001 Ford Mustang with a dodgy A/C. I had two fatties of Alabama Red Creek*, seven Lortabs, five Baclofen, and a sheet of Benadryl. As things unfolded, I would need the Benadryl most.
The Rio hotel featured Penn and Teller at $83 a ticket and the internet at $70. It would cost a blogger three Jacksons and a Hamilton to blog at Netroots Nation. As Bob would say, imagine Hunter S. Thompson asked to pay as much for a sheaf of typing paper and you'll understand why he saw bats.
Much more after the jump...
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