Vegas Rules?

We just returned from a weekend in Las Vegas. While our washing machine is vigorously cleaning all the stale smoky smells out of our clothes, I'm going through a bijillion emails. It was fun to hang out with Stu's sister and niece and dad, but if I never go to Las Vegas again, I won't be sad about it. Everywhere I looked, there seemed to be half naked women - in person, on taxis, on billboards, in lights . . . perhaps it just seems worse when you are with your kids, and you are seeing things through their eyes. Sally's best comment: she said to her Auntie Tami, "I guess there are just different rules in Las Vegas." She came to this conclusion after she saw several people playing poker while we were going to get some coffee and donuts, and exclaimed, "Ai-ya! Why would people be playing poker this early in the morning?"