I was just wondering if anybody ever experienced March Madness in the desert city.

I guess there are huge game rooms where you can wager, drink, eat, curse your losses, cheer your wins, ogle the snow cones of your server named "Traci," and be part of some heathen mob who's aim in life is to push the envelop toward the scarey edge of hedonism...only leaving to answer nature's call or to steal a few winks.  All done with close friends, Army buddies, and best roommates.  Comrades on the garish, grotesque, Las Vegas strip. 

Sounds appealing to me.

But hell, maybe you guys do all this now.

It brings to mind one of my favorite beginnings to 20th century American literature and your own Sir Hunter Thompson.

"We were half way to Barstow when the drugs kicked in."

Or something like that.