My wife goes to sleep around 8 or 8:30 at home, and it turns out that celebrating our anniversary on The Strip is no different. So after she dozed off, I went for a walk around. Last night, for $48, I had a diminutive glass of a 30 year old port at Zefferino at The Venetian. It was wonderful. I didn't eat at the Italian restaurant upstairs (though I'm sure it is delicious, if the brushetta I sampled is any indication); Instead, I was the lone customer at a long, empty, beautiful bar. Pretty classy way to end three dry weeks. I talked the bartender's ear off, and tipped her $20. Had a Bellini with breakfast at Bouchon this morning.