Let’s just say you’re a easy-going, humble, laid back, friendly guy whose normal idea of relaxation is a casual spin around the corner to a local bar to tip a pint or two. Nothing fancy, mind you – you’re just an average guy who loves life, tolerates his work (something he excels in), and just so happens to also be wheelchair-bound.

Let’s just say it’s August. Work is gawdawful stressful and you decide to tell everyone to sod off – dammit, you need a vacation!! A real vacation. So where does someone desperate for a change of scenery head?

And what happens? Well, you just so happen to have yourself a fine old good time.

Think about it: where else in this whole wide wonderful world could you get a debriefing the likes of the following. When I asked him if he checked out Jimmy Buffett’s Margaritaville (one of my favorite places in “Sin City” to have a bite to eat and enjoy a few too many boat drinks, BTW), here was his response:

Sure did… had way too many drinks there. Got back to the hotel eventually and realized that those guys on the strip were tossing pics of naked women in my basket. I must have had about a 100 of them.

Question of the day: can you actually have a good time in Las Vegas? Check this picture out and you be the judge – here’s dude mixing it up with a few of the performers at Treasure Island:

(and to think, he was just a stone’s throw away from the Kokomo Bar at The Mirage! A favorite haunt of your’s truly.)

My guess is, the answer is yes. Where else but Vegas, baby!