in the spirit of the vegas distortion,
a few photos with muckery.
opulence. and beyond. three floors of crystal chandeliers. lingerie shoppes with live models. stripper contests at 1pm on a tuesday in a casino. the sky is the only shepard of time.
three deep breaths for the mother-in-law. or perhaps, three deep shots of tequila. let this be known kendra: aging gracefully is an art. see email for more on that note.
stunned & stupor. dior. gucci. cavalli. dolce. herrera. vuitton.
you get the idea. walter (the bunny), prone to enjoying the finer things in life, would have gotten his mind blown.
(julius really liked the lions).
"GIGI"
mmmm the desert. amazing. desert.
palms that stretch into the sky. palm trees that scream of the delicious luxury of days soaking in the sun, of clear blue skies, and a stiff drink.
after seeing that hooters hotel & casino was using a 4 story robotic t-rex to eat cars and then blow fire over them (daily at 9am, 330pm, and 730pm) as a promotional bit, i read julius goodnight moon. and put his glasses on. and reminded him that a juliosaurus rex is NOT a hooter's t-rex.
vegas was fun.
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