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| - To quote my Vegas friend, "The Palms has really jumped the shark."
Yeah, jumped the shark wearing water skis, a tutu and Hawaiian leis!
The only thing worth mentioning was the mullet-headed, pimply-faced, barrel-chested, tree-trunk armed hick babbling into his cell phone in the lobby, teetering on his wobby legs, drunk as a skunk, saying, "I'm at the Palms, man..." And my friend went up to him and goes, "Brother, you aint at the Palms, this is the MGM Grand!" And he started CRYING, "Where the fuck am I? How the fuck did I get here? Man, I'm at the MGM Grand!"
We got out of Dodge after that one.
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