Destination: Las Vegas (grandma’s house).
One of my least favorite places on earth. Crowds, thongs on every billboard, smokey public buildings. It’s not for me.
We spent hours at Circus Circus playing every carnival game imaginable. I discovered I’m pretty good at balloon darts. We won a dozen, tobacco smelling stuffed animals. Yeah.
Can’t pass up a photo booth.
After a full day of slummin‘ it on the Strip all day Grandma surprised me with tickets to the Phantom of the Opera! One happy dance later I realized the fanciest thing I had to wear was a pair of Crocks and Walmart men’s khaki’s pants. There was no time to go buy something new or even jump in shower so mom insisted I wear something of hers. Uh-oh.
Phantom was excellent! Lived up to my every expectation.
Now there was one big usher lady who really had it out for me. I get the whole, “no flash photography for safety of our performers.” line but the show was over and everyone was clicking pics. I don’t know what her beef with me was, shining the big naughty spotlight on me…TWICE. Irritating. (End rant).
On Saturday we hit half a dozen thrift stores. Check back tomorrow to see what kind of treasures we scored.