I think we might have to retire to Florida, or South Africa or Australia.... someplace with a pool and blue skies and helicopters buzzing overhead and slushy margaritas that come in a 24oz cup shaped like a beach babe with a straw out of her head.
I know there's a lot to do in Vegas but I am having trouble leaving the pool. Seriously, I didn't even NAP despite my early start. The pool at the Orleans is particularly lovely today, being populated by many burlesque performers and fans. Tropical tattoos, boys with lovely ginger sideburns, girls with fake flower sin their hair and waists synched into 1940s dresses with thin belts, glossy high heels by the pool (even I!) and a particularly voluptuous girls in a blue sequenced skirt-kini make the pool culture culturally diverse.
I tried one slot machine with one dollar but it whirred and at my money. Natasha and I were a bit disappointed and have vowed to try the 1c machines next.
Kellie has gone out on the Hoover Dam in a boat with alcohol and friends. If she returns I shall see her tonight.
|See if you can make out the lettering on the lifeguard seat|