I just got off the phone with Steve-o. He and Dad arrived in Vegas Thursday, in preparation for their weekend o'fun, while the women had the bridal shower at the old Virginny homestead. They threw their bags in the room and headed out to check out the Vegas nightlife. From what Steve-o said, they had a great time last night, cruising the strip in their big old luxurious rental Buick (looking like a couple of Vegas pimps, is my guess.)

They didn't hit any of the naked, mud-wrestling stripper shows ... they are saving that for tonight or tomorrow night. ;) Instead, they cruised the strip, Dad driving so Steve could get some great pictures of the incomparable strip at night. Then they went back to the hotel for a good night's sleep so they could be up at dawn, ready to "go-go-go!" (Dad's mantra in life ;)

Steve was impressed by his room because it had a huge mirror over his bed. He had planned to go to bed fairly early so he could admire himself in the mirror before falling asleep, which he did.

At 2:00am (Vegas time) he was awakened by a "drunk Chinese guy" pounding on
the door.

After several minutes of pounding, he finally went away.

So he could find a phone, evidently, because then he starting calling. Steve was quite perturbed about this until I mentioned that it must have been the stripper we sent ...