The Zoo over Ambuscade Street

I hate people. "Read to me exactly what I said, slowly," he said in a quizzical voice. The Trifecta of Evil is fully represented today, and I'm too tired to pretend to civility. My inner Evil Bitch peeked through and scared poor Fu-Master yesterday. I'm heartbroken, I'm sure.

And I now have hotel reservations for two of the three nights I'll be in Vegas. I don't know where I'll stay that first night - maybe I just...won't sleep. Or I can stay with my family. Or maybe I don't have reservations - the woman I was doing the reservations with was...a little strange. And I'm not actually in the Paris, I'm in Ballys, but they're giving me five hundred different restaurant discounts, freebies, and I don't even know what else. I love Vegas.

But - because of Family Obligations (only with my fellow Black Sheep - the Mafia Freaks can shove it), and because I have to at least pretend to work, I think I can only make it to one Cirque du Soleil show. Mystere I've seen 500 times already, so - O or Ka? Any thoughts or suggestions from the Peanut Gallery there?