So we went to Las Vegas for our annual meeting a little more than a week ago.  The experience was filled with complications and monumentous events....not.  The only reason for even writing about this is to bring the new Planet Hollywood Hotel and Casino down a notch.  When we booked the trip, it was called the Aladdin.  I have always enjoyed hanging out there before, and the theme was very cool.  Some genius at Westgate decided that the Planet Hollywood theme used in the subpar theme restaurants would translate nicely to the Las Vegas Strip (apparently, they never tried going to the awful Hooters Casino).  In the first few days we had to deal with the following:

• Rex mysteriously gets very sick with asthma
• Of the six elevators on the South Wing, only 1 is running
• The maids make up our room, but throw the comforters on the floor
• Craig develops an unusual rash on his balls
• Rex nearly dies, subsequently leaves Vegas early

There were several themes explored on the trip.

• Severed hooker heads
• Scrubs episodes
• Jerry Springer
• Free tickets from the Suicide Girls
• Chapstick
• Baby Powder/Gold Bond
• The ever popular swamp ass
• Edition 34 of the Hooker cards
• The lack of smell when you take certain people out of the equation (you know who you are)
• Metal Skool fucking rocks!!!

I think that the trip can be summarized by the following conversation (yes, this did conversation did actually take place):

Vic: Craig, is this my chapstick or yours?
Craig: I think it's yours, but I rubbed my dick with it.
Vic: Oh, that would explain why it tastes like Joe's ass.
Zing!!