I never thought that I would look
forward to a trip to Las Vegas for its clean, smoke free air. But that is exactly what I was thinking
Friday morning before my flight to Vegas to see Ms. Britney Spears with Joanna
and her sister Anita.
To back things up, it has been a
rough few weeks on the national and local front: Vegas just suffered the
country’s largest massacre in its history with 55 dead and over hundreds
injured, we have an internet troll/bully for a president who handles these
situations with no grace, and more importantly and personally, my sister lost
her home, and everything they owned, to the Redwood Valley Complex fire, one of
the 14 fires blazing through our state currently. So our pre-planned trip to see Britney before
her show ends at Planet Hollywood was both something to look forward to (as a
break from reality and the smoke) but also a guilty indulgence that seemed insensitive
on many levels. But we were going and we were going to make the most of it.
Similar to my Elton John concert,
the three of us landed on Friday afternoon and left the following morning. The 24 hours were just enough time to remind
ourselves we are no longer in our 20s (I blame the $5 happy hour margaritas at
Cabo Wabo), Britney is back and better than ever (no spray tan abs needed for
her) and like Cinderella’s carriage, I turn back into a pumpkin at the stroke
of midnight.
The best decision of the day was
getting our make-up done after happy hour and before the show. In person, I ended up with purple rimmed eyes
(somewhat reminiscent of a severe case of the flu and no sleep) and Jo looked
like a drag queen (her words, not mine).
But in the photos, all you can see are our ridiculously long, fake
eyelashes.
And with that Vegas, I am good
for at least another 6 months. See you
again soon.
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| We might not be in our 20s, but I think we still got it |
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