This is the only place I have no shame at going to at 10 in the morning to get a half yard of mango peach bellini with 2 extra shots. Yeap. No shame. Until I'm drunk outta my mind by noon because I did it on an empty stomach. Happens every time I'm in Vegas, but seriously though without Fat Tuesday, I definitely wouldn't have the crazy Vegas stories to look back on later.I just wish they were 24 hours, I'd be golden or just blacked out...