Its not the destination, its the journey

My recent trip to Vegas was something else I tell you. Wow. We had such a blast. I really want to write out in great detail my experiences but that would just take to long. I will however, share some of my favorite photos in addition to some narrative comments. Note, I traveled with my sister who is a huge believer in living below your means. Saving money, even while on vacation, equates to "keeping it real".

My sister and I are extremely close. The bond we share is much more significant than that of most siblings. We really understand and appreciate one another as if we were born as twins. And when we are together, the combined energy and humor is so strong that even strangers want to be part of the conversation. Kat, I love you dearly and I am blessed to have you in my life! Oh, Rita (other sister), your important too.

We had just arrived at Las Vegas. Vegas Baby!


Remember above, where I said that my sister believes in "keeping it real", well the start of our Vegas experience was real alright. REAL BAD!

We tried to save money when planning the trip so we went with a local Las Vegas based rental car company. I knew the deal was just too good to be true! This was our first rental car… We were more than shocked when they told us that we needed to pay extra for the front tire!

Another brilliant move was to rent an "Off the Strip, Vegas time share". HUGE MISTAKE! This is the house we rented (again, shopping for a bargin is not always the best option). This place had no beds. The only furniture was the couch on the front porch. Ok, my sister and I are close, but not close enough to sleep together on a couch. So we did what the locals do, we went dumpster diving. Eureka, we found this gem of a lazy boy just down the street. Although the seat springs poked through, it was a great find. I still have scars on my ass from the stray spring popped through the fabric from when I initially sat down.


The next step was to get some outfits that would help us blend into the Vegas scene. It was by pure luck (it is Vegas afterall), that our rental car broke down (completely) across from the below haberdashery. Although they were closed for the day, we made the best of our fortune and posed with our boyz.

Gosh, pushing that piece of crap rental back to the slums tapped most of our energy and frankly, we had not really even begun to experience the glamour associated with being in Vegas. So after washing up and changing clothes, we checked out the happening club located down the street. It was highly recommended by the old man at the rental office. Well, the food was not worth mentioning, but damn, the entertainers were good. If I didn't know any better, I would have mistaken them for naked Firewomen by the way they went up and down those tall brass poles! I left there $20 lighter and with this strange rash on my leg. Hmmm. I really should get that checked out.

Determined that we would continue the great Vegas experience, we decided to visit a more highbrow establishment. We both stopped in our tracks when we came upon the below marquee. I knew I was home. After reminding my sister of who paid for the trip, she reluctantly agreed to walk in with me. I spent rest of the evening fending off horny loser after horney loser who all seemed to want my sister! For christ sakes, at the very least, don't approach my sister unless you have all your teeth! And I mean, in your mouth; in your pocket does not count!

Not that we did not accumulate enough memories or itchy rashes from Vegas, we felt that we needed some trinkets and souveniers to take home to forever commemorate this adventure. Gee, where ever will we find a store that sells really good souveniers, worthy of our grand wealth? We suddenly stumbled upon this billboard and our prayers to the spirit of Elvis were answered!

One real highlight of the trip was to relax in my own bar. Apparently, I must be a silent partner, because everytime I told a waitress that I owned the bar, they told me to shut up. Hmph. Bitches. Don't they recognize how money I am?

I suppose that is enough for now. More to come. I still have to share my stories and photos from our venture to the Grand Canyon.

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