I went to Las Vegas for the weekend, as it was Angela's bachelorette weekend. We had a great time, dressed her up like a pirate bride, drank and danced, and did our part for America. By that I mean, we spent money, visited a tourist mecca, and let a handsome uniformed Air Force Officer lick the bride-to-be on the pretense of applying a tattoo.





I flew home. The Las Vegas Airport on Sunday mornings is like evacuating from a third world country, minus the goats. I thought getting to the airport an hour and 15 minutes ahead was plenty of time. It wasn't. I give thanks to the America West guy who pulled me out of the line like a lottery winner and sent me on my way. I made my plane with plenty of time. I don't know why he picked me and I'm sure I cashed in some good karma points, but it was worth it.

B-list celeb sightings started on the way home. Randy Jackson from American Idol was sitting a few rows in front of me, and then we stood next to each other and exchanged smiles at the baggage claim. He even gets his own bags.

Sighting number two was Mike Farrell of M*A*S*H fame. He and his wife are friends with Seth in my comedy troupe Tiny Bandeleros and came to our show. We were performing as part of the 2nd Annual LA Improv Fest.

Sighting three was Horatio Sanz and a bunch of the other younger SNL cast members. They were hanging in the Improv Olympic bar at the Festival closing night party. Jenny, Brandon and I went over after our show.

A little too much weekend, and not enough sleep.