Saturday, October 31, 2009

Trip of Destiny

Dean and I recently headed to Las Vegas to see if we could strike it rich, quit our jobs, buy a dream house on a private beach and travel the world for the rest of our lives. As it turns out, the gambling was a lot less glamorous than some of us had envisioned. (I was thinking more Guys and Dolls, and less sweaty fat people in flip flops and shorts sitting alone, pressing buttons on an I Dream of Genie slot machine.) In fact it was so un-enticing that we decided against blowing our millions in the casinos altogether. Luckily, there just happened to be a U2 concert in Vegas the weekend we were there, so the trip wasn't a total waste. :) Below are some pictures of our exploits for you to enjoy. Yes, we went to an aquarium, yes I'm pretty sure that is the real Elvis, and yes we saw my boyfriend there, but unfortunately we didn't get a picture of him. (He was about 65, wearing HUGE sunglasses, several gold necklaces and a pair of purple velour shorts with a matching velour top. Come on people, how could I resist?)




PS- Those are Joshua Trees Dean is pointing at, for those of you who are U2 fans...

4 comments:

Kate said...

Mmm. Elvis is so tasty with his little beer belly. Your would-be boyfriend sounded pretty enticing as well.

Don't you love that Vegas is as much the city of bright lights as it is the city of the tacky and tasteless? And yet that's part of the fun. I'm so glad you guys had some time off!

Marissa Waddell said...

I did not know you have a blog until right now. This is happy. Except you should write in it more.

I wish we were in Arizona/the Southwest sometimes... it's getting so cold here and it's going to get worse.

Taylor and Dean said...

haha Marissa I know, I am not the best updater it's true! That's funny because when I looked at your blog I kept thinking, wow, she updates it so often! :) It will be good to keep in touch this way, though!

danniey said...

I love this post, Taylor. Isn't Vegas gross? We went there last January and I decided I never need to go again. Too dirty. In every possible sense of the word.