night of 3/31/2011

I'm in Vegas with T & G, but they're maybe still sleeping. There's a little casino in a wide-open dome or cone, with a hole in the middle of the roof like a yurt chimney. Perhaps it is enclosed in glass. I can fly but don't try to go out that way. Someone brusque wants to wrestle. It's been some time where I'd have secretly had a sure thing--I never looked much like a wrestler, but maybe I'm not much one any more--so I brush him off: what, right here on the casino floor? He wanders away. Just then someone comes to unroll a mat; all-comers are now welcome. Close one. Charlie Sheen is passing through; I meet him and he seems like an all right guy.