Good News, Bad News

Must be brief - the Baron is squawking at me to get. in. the. cab. now. Here goes:

The Good News:
We've got tickets to watch the Oscars.

The Bad News:
Our seats are a little far from the stage:

I hate our travel concierge. Asshat.

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The Bad News:

As well you know, anything that ends in "A-Rama" holds great promise of shock, awe, and no small amount of shiny. One of the uber-kitsch sites I had hoped to explore:

is no longer.

Elvis has indeed left the building.

Permanently.

Wah.

The Good News:
This goldmine?
Still open for business. FABULOUS!!
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Starting Monday, I will be sending missives from the road, in between visits to the $2.99 buffet and extremely kitschy lounge acts.

Viva Ya-Know.