After a cah-razy experience with Fat Tuesday and gallivanting around part of The Strip and City Center, we spent the rest of our last night in Vegas a little low key. Knocked out a few Long Islands and chilled as the DJ spun some dope hip-hop joints. I regret not asking her name when she finished her set. By that time, the bar was beginning to close down. Some of us were wondering what probably most people do when they come or pass by this place, "Are those girls naked back there?" The world may never know, well except the girls themselves and the people who work at the bar. I could see myself returning here.