In one of those moments when you are sure the world is spinning slightly out of orbit, I saw a woman walking down the Vegas Strip dressed in running shoes, workout tights and a sports bra with a lit cigarette dangling from her fingers. Seriously, you can either be athletic or a smoker but you really shouldn’t try to combine the two.
A bird person
The real question is whether I will ever stop envying birds their ability to fly. Just once…just once…I want to spread my arms, kick off with my feet and fly above this earth. Just once.
It’s an age thing I guess
My wonderful godchild Emily finished a triathalon recently. I finished my morning coffee today. Draw your own conclusions.
Elvis? Is that you?
Why do all the Elvis imitators in Vegas go for the fat Elvis look? Does no one want to remember him as thin and beautiful and sweaty from sexual energy as opposed to drugs and fat?
A real Alaska chair
It’s the start of summer visitor season. Not that the visitors are actually on their way up. No, there are still pockets of snow on the ground and I don’t know what your visitors are like, but mine prefer Alaska without snow. So they haven’t aimed the RVs, campers, cars and trucks north yet. And Alaska Airlines is not yet overbooked with people looking out the window and wondering how there could be that much land between Alaska and Seattle that doesn’t seem inhabited. But the reservations for rooms in my house are pouring in and that means the visitors
Active but adorable
I left the lovely Flamingo Hotel and Casino a few days ago and moved to my cousin’s house…which is actually classier. And oh my, her dogs Nino and Zia give new meaning to the word adorable. Active, but adorable.
Immoral? Immortal?
It’s a miracle. I’m in Vegas with no computer and yet my thoughts still appear here. I’m finally immortal…or is that immoral? In Vegas it’s hard to tell.
How do you know…
How do you know it’s Sunday in Vegas? The hookers aren’t using their rosaries for something other than prayer.
You can’t really take us far from Ducktown
I have my answer. You can take the Italians out of Ducktown but you can’t take Ducktown out of the Italians. Except for the setting, it was a great neighborhood wedding. More on that when I return. I am sending these messages via telepathy and that makes my brain hurt so I have to keep them short.
The wedding
So tonight is the big wedding that brought me here in the first place. Can the ambience of my old neighborhood, which supplied the family whose daughter is getting married, survive a wedding chapel at Caesar’s.