I'm heading to a bachelor party in Vegas.

Of the many repugnant rituals associated with the modern American wedding, bachelor and bachelorette parties are probably the worst. And Vegas is probably my least favorite place on earth (Fisherman's Wharf, just over the hill from my beloved Cow Hollow, is a close competitor). I shudder to think what awaits.

At least I'll be able to watch the NBA playoffs and tune out... whatever else is going on.

Back Sunday. Blog in Sara's hands till then. Go Wolves.