Off to present-day Sodom for David’s unofficial bachelor party. We’ll be at Bally’s, playing various games of chance and scarfing on some wonderful food (I’m still pushing for Lawry’s, but we’ll probably at least go to Smith and Wollensky’s, and maybe Commander’s Palace). I’m catching the redeye back home Monday morning. Until then, have a stab at the latest Stinky Pinky, which is a Stinkink Pinkink (meaning that the answer is four syllables, all rhymed!).