After a heavy night of dancing, Friday night in Vegas was a little
more subdued. We took a taxi over to the Palms to dance at the club
Rain but we passed on going in for $25 a head. I needed to eat and
nothing vegetarian friendly was open at 1 am. KidsQuest, a Vegas
babysitting service, was my savior. They sold us microwaveable cheese
pizzas that totally hit the spot. The woman working there told us
stories of parents that drop their kids off every school night so they
can gamble until KidsQuest closes. Somehow I always leave Vegas with a
bit of a bad taste in my mouth.