No Celebrity Sightings (Again) In Las Vegas

My husband and I got back last night from a four-day trip to Las Vegas to celebrate our 19th wedding anniversary.  (Child bride!  Child bride!)  It was a wonderful trip, full of memorable meals, a couple of shows, a fancy and romantic hotel, and a smallish bit of gambling.  I think I came home with a few dollars in winnings, maybe.  And, as it is always nice to have extra family members along when you celebrate your wedding anniversary with your husband, my father was in Vegas playing poker at the same time we were and my brother and sister-in-law drove in to say hello one day, too.  I refuse to share any photos, as one or all of us looks positively demented in every single photo that I took.   We stayed at the Venetian, which is always fun, and saw two shows, Penn and Teller and     La Reve, both of which were really good, especially since we lucked out and had perfect seats both times.  My big complaint (besides my late-night freak-out the night before we left when I realized that I had nothing cute to wear in Vegas) was that, once again, I didn't see any celebrities.  I'm not talking about an expected celebrity at a show, but a random sighting, with the possibility of some minor stalking on my part, like the time Ozzie Osbourne and I were touring the same thing in Hawaii.  But Vegas, never.  This annoys me to no end, because everyone except me, sees a celebrity, even a questionable reality show star, in Las Vegas.  Even my father, who has no interest in celebrity sighting, except if he happened to be playing at the same poker table with someone famous, saw Dolly Parton step out of her limo this past weekend because there was some sort of country music awards ceremony on the strip.  This, of course, led Dad to reminisce about the time, years ago, before I was born, when he rear-ended Charlton Heston's limo with a news truck he was driving in New York City.  Look, all I'm asking for is a random celebrity sighting while in Vegas.  I couldn't just sort of bump into Nicole Kidman in a public restroom or see Reba at the pool?  Hey, they were  there for that country music thing, too, but I didn't see them.  I almost think it's a conspiracy.  Conspiracy theories aside, it was a nice, quick get-away, and it was especially gratifying to talk to my mom back home, babysitting the kid, when I was luxuriating by the pool, and she said it was sleeting in Kansas City.  Of course, now it's back to the real world, which Las Vegas certainly is not.  I went and worked out this morning and stocked up on salad greens today in an attempt to make up for the, um, excesses of the past few days.