Snarkastic

When I knew we were in trouble: Chapter 2

When I saw the plaid camo shorts on this guy:

Or the 2008 Rose Bowl shirt on TWO (2) Illini fans:

Or when I met this guy (who is wearing my Tennessee charm bracelet (WHAT?) and purse for effect, not that he needs it with the headband):

Misc:

• I'm supposed to be napping now. I put my pajamas on and everything. I maybe shouldn't have started the Mountain Dew/Red Bull/champagne/vodka mainline quiiite this early.
• It's almost 4:00. I started the morning with three mimosas on an empty stomach, watching Tennessee knock off American from the heart of Caesar's sports book. I'm talking the second row of reserved tables with the squashy chairs, and surrounded by friendly Vol fans to boot--the beauty of rolling with a press escort.
• Caesar's: Also the greatest concentration of sobbing white guys I've seen since my cousin's wedding. I was there for this.
• HOLLY, SPENCER: You brought seersucker and you're NOT WEARING IT?
  KANU: It's daytime!
• The AIM sucks my Treo battery faster than I'd like, so Twitter and SMS are going to be the m.o. the rest of the weekend.
• I've already lost track of every place we've hit so far, but at best recollection: Imperial Palace, Caesar's, Bally's, Mirage, a dash through Paris, and the Flamingo to see the Bugsy Siegel memorial and look for rock hopper penguins.
• There's winter storm warnings all over the midwest, and PB is still trying to get out of Chicago to join us. Hurry up, darlin'.
• Fanny pack concentration in our immediate area rivals Gatlinburg in August. The tally so far: 14 separate encounters, plus one attached to a pair of elastic-waistband jean shorts that I'm counting as 1.5 for style.