Turns out a little blog crush of mine, Garance Dore, was in Vegas at the same time as us. And some cowboys too. There were stetson hats and cowboy boots as far as the eye could see.
Our cab driver on the way back commented on how crowded the airport was going to be because all the rednecks were going home (his words, not mine). He said in his country (Jamaica) if you get on top of a bull to ride it, they'd arrest you. That tickled me.
My big 3-0 present from my folks is a weekend in Vegas with my One+Only.
And my folks.
I think it's my ma's way of seeing me without actually having to come to where I live. And so we're off. Our only plans that I know of are dinner at Michael Mina's Seablue restaurant. That one I'm actually rather excited about.
Turns out my 63-year old Uncle Ed has always been too cool for school. When the masses abandoned Polaroid cameras for the snazziness of digital's appeal, he stayed the course. And now he finally reaps the reward of his staunch loyalty. Why you ask?
Because it's 'Roid Week on flickr! I think it might just be time to dust off some of the Christmas '93 Polaroids I have stored in my trusty ol' shoe box of pics for the world of flickr to enjoy (assuming, of course, that they are indeed enjoyable).