DON’T GET ME wrong; I loved the movie The Hangover. It got a lot about Las Vegas right, like the wild nights, the camaraderie, and the, well, the hangovers. I’ve gone to Sin City almost every summer for the past five years, usually with a group of friends, and we’ve always had a wonderfully debauched time. The writing I’m most proud of -- not in this magazine, not in my career, but in my entire life -- are my trip-report e-mails. These not only prevent me from ever running for office, they also make for joyful rereading on the plane ride back to Vegas the next summer. Read More