Jon Stewart did standup at The Mirage (where Alan works) over the weekend, and as an early birthday present to myself (it will be my only present to myself this year), I packed up Wyatt and roadied down to Vegas.  We stayed at Alan and Warren's newly finished Italian villa in Henderson (seriously, it's an Italian villa) and Wyatt got to hang out with his spastic cousin, Lucy.  She loooooooves him whereas he hates puppies, but they are good buddies.  Warren and I bought new dresses, Lucy puked on the carpet, we took the dogs and did the tourist picture thing, got all dressed up and went out to The Blue Martini (which had a KILLER cover band, that's them on top of the bar in the first picture), and got to listen to Jon Stewart rant about politics and life in general on top of doing a perfect imitation of a puking dog.  Great fun was had by all!  Jon is f-ing hilarious, seriously, especially when he is angry and uncensored.  It was so fun to see him perform.  I still hate Vegas, though.