I saw an interesting story in the Review-Journal this morning. They were talking about former Flamingo headliner Toni Braxton possibly suing insurance giant Lloyd's of London to pay her for the months of work she missed because of her heart condition.

I've always been fascinated by the people you hear insured by Lloyd's. I think Tina Turner or Ann-Margret had their legs insured by them.

A guy I interviewed that tasted and came up with flavors for Dreyer's Ice Cream, had his taste buds insured there.

In David Lee Roth's book, he said he wanted insurance with them for any possible illigetimate kids he brings into the world. They said no to that.

And it seems like most insurance companies...when it comes time to pay on one of these claims, they'll try their best to get out of it. I'm guessing the insurance company will use her appearance on Dancing with the Stars soon after, as reason enough to not pay the claim.

I walked past the Flamingo with some friends, and we smelled pizza cooking. We were starved, and it smelled incredible.

We ate in the Venetian and left completely stuffed. As we walked by the same pizza place, it smelled like some gross greasy cheese. Weird how things smell different depending on your hunger.

A valet was taking care of a guy in a yellow Lambourghini. I heard him say the Celtics just went into overtime. I immediately ran up to my room to watch the finish of the game (which went into three overtimes). These play-offs have been fun. I'm rooting for LeBron James to win it all, even though I've been a life long Lakers fan.

After the games, I met up with my friends at one of the casinos. We were just hanging out, and after a few beers in the bar area, someone suggested we find the gift shop. I thought someone wanted to buy a cheesy T-shirt, or mug shaped like a boob.

Nope. They were all buying beer. Someone in the group said, "It's cheaper buying beer here than in the bar."