Vegas baby (or very old lady, however you call it)!
Upon facing the hill I convulsed in a series of spasms that propelled me into a trajectory set far away from reality ... Vegas! 40 was to be met with plastic, size, glitter, over-abundance, waste, hedonism and vanity! Huzzah! Not to mention my two favorite people. LOVE! Exactly. There they are, in all of their glory in the adorned lobby of the Palazzo. Or was it the Venetian? They sort-of run together, not just because of the free-flowing freshly squeezed and abundantly available Vegas Juice, but because the hotels were connected. This was some of impetus for choosing to stay at the Palazzo: access to six pools! Brock is already under the table, and the day is still young, at our first stop on the trip... lunch! If you're wondering about Brock's scrappy facade, a tumble with the radiator (heat not on thank goodness) is to blame. Read the sign. After lunch and a nap, we set out on our first adventure, Circus Circus to re-live Matt's youth and fire a wa