Tornados, straight-line winds, flight delays and cancellations, stand-by or re-book...crappity! Can't a girl just get to Sin-City without all the drama and delays?
So, tomorrow I will try again. Get a ride to the airport. Present my E-ticket, put my shoes in the bucket, take off all the bling so I don't beep...ditch all of my lighters and matches, sit next to some complete stranger who's probably gonna be an 80 yr old gambler, or some big-haired suburban housewife and beer-bellied hubby who'll tell me about their time-share in Vegas and where to get the biggest cheapest meal...
All I want to do is meet up with my hilarious lady Burlesque buddies, have a cocktai (lor two) by or in the pool, hit the Vegas strip and see all the lights, watch the Legends of Burlesque Show, where the 80year old women who dared or had to make a living and NOT strip to do so, show us all what it is to still love and trust your body no matter how old you are. Attitude, they say, is all.
I'm gonna learn me some of that!!!
Ah, a mojito, a poolboy and ladies who laugh...come to mama.
Slante
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