The old gray mare ain't what she used to be

I am referring to both myself and to Vegas. I just returned from the most uneventful weekend I've ever spent in Glitter Gulch. Not that I didn't enjoy myself; I did. It felt great to cheat the calendar and walk around in the warm sun again, this time with a frozen daiquiri in hand. We laughed a lot. But I got tired so much more easily than I did five years ago, when I was last there. What happened to the lass who couldn't sleep and was out at the tables by 8:00 AM? This time I slept in as late as possible both days. And the crowd, while more dense, seemed older and more subdued, as well. Maybe Las Vegas and I are both aging fast.