Vegas.

To the tune "These are a Few of my Favorite Things" from The Sound of Music.

Actually, this is the dark side of our trip, which didn't interfere with us having a great time together. It just made us throw-up a little in our mouths.

We used a lot of Listerine.....

Tatoos on boobies and throw-up in alleys
Skirts cut from poly that didn't fit Esther.
Serial smoking and cheap booze and wine
These are a few things from Vegas "divine".

Girls being sold for an hour by illegals
Sixty ounce drinks sipped from plastic guitars*.
Brown paper packages filled with who-knows-what
Behavior that makes you feel punched in the gut!**

When the cussing starts, when the tempers flair***
When we're feeling sad
We simply remember we're a few steps away****
and then we don't feel SO BAD.



*No, not us. We just witnessed this ridiculousness.

**Know the worst combination of things? People drinking out of HUGE cans of beer while maneuvering two-year-olds in strollers down the strip. Makes you wonder what they put in those kid's sippy cups.

***NO. NOT US. We didn't have a single nasty word or fight the entire trip. It was all the drunk yahoos on the strip, silly.

****That we're not back at the good smelling VDARA spa and hotel...truly an oasis-like sanctuary in the middle of the cess pool called VEGAS. If we EVER go back (and remember, ever is a very long time) then we'll just blindfold ourselves upon landing, be led to a windowless limo, and be driven straight to the hotel, which we won't leave for the duration of the trip.