Rumors of my Demise Have Been Greatly Exaggerated

To those loyal readers who have kept checking back for another post while this blog has been neglected for two and a half months, thank you! I even missed my three year blogiversary last month. I could say that I was having a hard time topping the last post featuring my daughter. But the real reasons for the neglect are 1) I started a new job last March that requires travel almost every week (which I will elaborate on in a future post), and 2) I got on Facebook. Soon after signing on, I realized that I am at least ten times more likely to get a comment from anything that I post on FB than I am here. And since I am a blatant comment whore, well, you can see why FB has lured me away from the blog. I have missed it, though, so thanks for your gentle nudging back to it.

When we last checked, Jessica had turned 21. She asked me about a year ago if I would take her to Las Vegas for her 21st birthday and I was happy to oblige. We went over Labor Day weekend. To those of you who have followed this blog from the start, you may remember my first November 4th post was about my dad, and how I met him in Las Vegas on Labor Day weekend. This past Labor Day marked the 25th anniversary of that meeting. Sadly, this trip we had to visit him at the cemetary, but it turned out to be a very nice visit. We hadn't seen his headstone, it has a cowboy hat on it. We sat down in the grass and told Grandpa stories and we could almost feel him laughing with us.

Other than that, we did the usual Vegas stuff, played some slots, went to a fancy restaurant, looked at the shops in Caesars Palace and Bellagio, saw the water show, visited the grand canal at the Venicia.



That is a key lime pie martini with graham cracker crust on the rim of the glass. To die for!

We had to go to Hoover Dam.



Full circle, that's me and Dad 25 years ago at Hoover Dam.




We stayed at the Luxor, the pyramid shaped hotel/casino. Because of the interesting shape, the elevator goes up and sort of sideways. They don't even call it an elevator, it's an inclinator. The evening we boarded along with several very loud, inebriated young women, it was quite amusing watching them try to stay upright.

We took this picture of the Hard Rock Cafe for my son, the guitarist. Figured he would appreciate the huge axe. He pointed out that the G string was missing.



And, of course, we had to have a picture in front of the famous sign. All in all, a wonderful weekend with my daughter. I have to say I am honored that my 21 year old wants to spend a long weekend in Vegas with me!