If you’ve been to Vegas but have never been to the Hard Rock Hotel to party at Rehab, you haven’t really seen Vegas.
You’ve been called on by prostitutes roaming the strip, you’ve puked down the straw of your 80 oz. margarita filled guitar and woke up at 6 am. next to a blond and an empty bottle of Don Julio at the Bellagio pool despite your engagement to an unhappy woman waiting for you to come home to your room at Mandalay Bay, but unless you have gone to Rehab, …