And these were some precious sleeping ducklings next to the fountain at the Mirage, where my meeting was.
I didn't go see the Beatles Love concert, whatever that was... (And I didn't MEAN to look puzzled, so I may need to sign up for some Botox soon.)
but I did make a couple of friends and venture out for dinner at Giada's at the Cromwell (across from Caesar's Palace). The windows OPENED up like garage doors, and we were right on the Strip! I would definitely eat here again - the place was gorgeous, and the food was aMAZing!
Then we ventured downstairs, where we played a little video Blackjack and video poker. I was going to attempt live Blackjack, but the minimum bet on a Friday night was $15 - too rich for my blood! I won $18 here, but just kept playing it while we were talking (and enjoying the free drinks), so I was ultimately down $20.
And now you can move on, unless you're ready for some graphic hematoma pictures! That's actually a handprint on my forearm where a guy (vigorously) helped Dean haul me over the 45-degree wall I climbed with a rope. The armpit bruises are from hanging onto walls and hauling myself up over them.
And this is an extreme close-up of my poor knee, and I remember scraping it as I went over a wall, but I don't remember why it's bruised, since there really was no crawling. I didn't take a pic of the back of my leg where there's just a straight black line all the way across - I think that was from being slung over a wall before the other leg followed. Just fascinating, really. Think of all the stuff you did as a kid and never bruised up.
The saddest thing was that I've been a little proud of my leg muscles - I mean you can SEE some little muscles now, but that skin still screams 49 years old! I would look down while I was walking and see all the wrinkles on this knee, and really feel my age.
Next time I'm wearing long leggings!
