Vegas, Baby!

If you read this blog you know I love Vegas. That’s why I’m going this morning.

Vegas is a free for all. Taking a crap on the Strip is commonplace. I belong there. These are my people.

My BFF, Erika, and I do a trip at least once a year. We’ve been doing this for the past ten years. Then Ken and I usually do a trip once a year too.

But, today kicks off  the Beth/Erika Vegas trip.

Look! I actually created some cleavage! Thank you chicken cutlet bra inserts!

Vegas represents freedom for me. A chance to be free of obligations, to let my hair down (like I don’t do this every other day), to lose money after playing hours upon hours of blackjack, to a cocktail at 9:00 a.m.

We’ve had lots of interesting encounters over the years. Just walking down the Strip is an adventure.

You see unsightly things:

Gotta give the guy credit for originality:

You meet men who sing with you then put out a hit on you and stuff you in the trunk of their car.

You kiss statues that are really people and you hope you don’t get crabs:

You see Hangover wannabes:

And, you never know who you’re going to run into with big boobs:

Luke Walton from the Lakers. He’s tall with a big...

Grown drunk men with floaties:

Anonymous dudes who pose in front of your chair at the pool (yes, those are my feet, you can tell by the Morton’s Toe):

Toothless strangers who use your camera to take pictures of themselves:

This is why I love the HELL out of Vegas. Because you never know what you’re going to get, but it’s always a spanking good time. And sometimes Erika lets me spoon her and she brushes my hair afterwards.

Now let’s see if I can keep my promise to myself and actually use the fitness center at the Wynn. And run on the Strip. I’m in training you know. Even if it kills me.

Swankyville:

Cheers and here’s hoping I have lots of outrageous pics to add to this fine collection!

SUAR

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