When in Vegas, I only have one rule: I don't talk to guys older than 27. Hey, it's my trip, my rules. After being horribly disappointed at CatHouse and ghostbar, we ended up at Body English. \n\nQuick recap: three clubs, one night. \nMoney spent on cover charges: $0\nMoney spent on taxis: over $50\n\nBody English, a large cavernous subterranean club,  delivered, in spades. That said, the young crowd was somewhat rough. Which is fine by me, because I love hanging out with asian bboys. Who knew I had to travel to Vegas to party like its San Jose? My friend was not impressed, she likes cheesy rock boys. After dancing to numerous jay-z/beyonce/rhianna remixes and having to listen to a Carmina Burana interlude three times (!!! seriously? what is up with that?), she decided she'd had enough of the soldiers. \n\nAll clubbed out (7 clubs starting 11 pm Friday night to 2:30 am Sunday morning), we decided it was finally time to hit the craps tables.