Vegas, Oh Do I Love Thee!

With many, many, many apologies to Elizabeth Barrett Browning.

Vegas, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth of the Bellagio’s pool and the height of the faux Eiffel
My soul can reach, when feeling out the craps table
For the ends of my point and the ideal of the perfect buffet.
I love thee to the level of every (chip) stack
Most quiet need, by the ante and straight.
I love thee freely, as men strive to hide their losses late;
I love thee purely, as streaks turn from hot to cold.
I love thee with a passion put to misuse
In my old griefs, and with Lady Luck’s faith,
I love thee with a love I seemed to find
With my lost dollars – I love thee with my growing debt,
Screams, cheers, of all my life! – and, if the Pit Boss, choose,
I shall but love thee better after I jet.

So…guess where I’ll be this weekend? You got it – VEGAS BABY YEAH! Have a good weekend…see you again on Wednesday! - Lily