But.... The Porsches were dirty and it wasn't dark enough to see the fireworks and the "Vegas showgirls" were actually off duty strippers from the Gold Club.

And we taxied so long, my wrist is sore from waving regally to the unwashed masses (ground crew, whatever) from my window.

And I didn't see a single peon genuflect - except for one guy, but I suspect that he surreptitiously chocked the wheels while he was down there, so I don't think it counts. Props to everyone for averting their eyes, though. So there's that.

This "Diamond" thing doesn't seem to be living up to my expectations.