Arrived in Vegas late in the afternoon, having driven from San Diego. The previous evening had seen the Phantom Chords in a sweaty club and then stayed in the nastiest, cheapest motel in town ($20 a night). Left town the next morning, unwashed, in the same clothes. The tacky opulence of Caesar's and the ability to wash at last in a gigantic jacuzzi went straight to my head. And yes, my mouth really is that big - you can fit a cat's head in it.