Give me a minute to adjust expectations here.
Mike Weatherford
So the devil slides into the booth of an all-night diner on Sunset Boulevard near the Comedy Store circa 1984, and slaps a contract down on a coffee stain in front of an aspiring young comic.
It’s been 27 years since their last show and they’re already talking about hanging it up again?
Less talk, more rock.
Why does Las Vegas never disappoint? Because June brings us the dancing drag of “Priscilla Queen of the Desert” and then, a week later, “America’s Favorite Dumb Blonde,” who would be one Terry Bradshaw.
