He wanted to ride the roller coaster around the New York casino. See cheesy concerts. Fly over Hoover Dam in a helicopter. Hike Red Rock Canyon. Avoid the Eiffel Tower like the plague. And one thing he’d thought was so far beyond his reach that he hadn’t even longed for it until Wendy appeared like magic in the Big O bar with a shining zipper down the back of her skirt: he would spend every long Vegas night making love with his wife.