Postcards From Las Vegas: Requiem For Debbie

We received a rather prescient warning this afternoon from none other than Jesse Jane herself: By the end of this weekend, she prophesied, we'll be so overwhelmed by the crush of fans and flashbulbs and the popping of oversized balloons that we'll just want nothing more than to hide out in our hotel room and drink. Perhaps at that moment we'll know the thoughts of this model, sitting on a mechanical bull for the majority of the day shift in order to promote a 30-year-old movie. Such is Las Vegas, and we've only just begun.

Closer, closer ...