I dashed off on a poorly planned weekend trip to Vegas that, on balance, was just a lot of fun. Bingo figured into Friday plans and by the end of playing 12 cards per round for 7 rounds, I was visibly hot and flushed from searching and dobbing like a Golden Girl. I had Bingo fever. Le Reve at the Wynn was an excellent show and I am pretty sure it is lifted directly from someone's acid trip. Think Waterworld meets Dirty Dancing meets Little Shop of Horrors. Dancing both nights was fun--bass that makes your clothes vibrate, dry ice foaming out of the ceiling, and a dance-off between a cowboy with a faux-hawk who could pop and lock quite well and a baggy-jeaned brother who, well, just was having an off night. I could have done without a certain female friend who started throwing elbows into the backs of some embroidered-dragon-shirt-wearing Arizona bros in a way that made me look responsible. I just wish that my flight home wasn't delayed, that I didn't lose my favorite sweater (a brown wool hoodie, where do you find those?), and that I didn't leave my camera at home. Argh.
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I dashed off on a poorly planned weekend trip to Vegas that, on balance, was just a lot of fun. Bingo figured into Friday plans and by the end of playing 12 cards per round for 7 rounds, I was visibly hot and flushed from searching and dobbing like a Golden Girl. I had Bingo fever. Le Reve at the Wynn was an excellent show and I am pretty sure it is lifted directly from someone's acid trip. Think Waterworld meets Dirty Dancing meets Little Shop of Horrors. Dancing both nights was fun--bass that makes your clothes vibrate, dry ice foaming out of the ceiling, and a dance-off between a cowboy with a faux-hawk who could pop and lock quite well and a baggy-jeaned brother who, well, just was having an off night. I could have done without a certain female friend who started throwing elbows into the backs of some embroidered-dragon-shirt-wearing Arizona bros in a way that made me look responsible. I just wish that my flight home wasn't delayed, that I didn't lose my favorite sweater (a brown wool hoodie, where do you find those?), and that I didn't leave my camera at home. Argh.
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where did you find a brown wool hoodie in the first place?
ReplyDeleteSounds like it was a fun weekend.
Sounds like fun....and at least someone has a life.
ReplyDeleteIf there aren't photos, it didn't happen. Warm regards, Tom.
ReplyDeleteMaybe you shouldn't leave clothing in the store thinking a mall is simlar to a book exchange. Also the bro was totally cool about not fighting.
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