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.
Photos via garance doré
PS: this also means that the Sart was there. And yet somehow he missed my leopard flats. Shocking! Shocking I say! .