You only turn 21 once, and it seems a fair ritual to do it big -- bigger even than 18 at Build-a-Bear... so we went to Vegas. While the visions of taking the entire entourage with me perished in the realities of a mid-week birthday party and rising fuel costs, those that did attend were delighted to carry me around Sin City.

Nothing better than a donut-cake, candles, and being able to eat both on the Vegas "strip."	Hmmm, getting married in Las Vegas. It's the town for gambling, but it seems a bit too risky.	Instead, I'll stick with the bandits that may rob me blind, but at least I won't have to pay alimony after.