Every day I’ve been here, I count on my fingers which day it is of my Vegas trip. That’s what this city does to a person.
We watched the rodeo downstairs at the hotel last night, then ventured to South Point for the buckle presentation and fantastic band, the High Desert Drifters. I met five girlfriends from college there, and we danced with everyone who was willing to shake it. I danced with an MMA fighter from Vegas and a bull rider from Spring Creek (we’re neighbors!). I met a pickup man/Hollywood stunt man from Dallas and two stock contractors from Deer Lodge, one of whom said he was an ex-inmate. Is it time to put on my waders? I think so….:)
I felt obligated to dance until the band quit, then chat with my friends and call a cab, so I didn’t hit the hay until 4 AM. 7:30 came pretty early, but I put on some fresh makeup and headed to cowboy church at Mandalay Bay. The sermon was great, sang and preached by Corey Ross.
I ran into another girlfriend from college, which was a pleasant surprise! Now I’m going to freshen up and head back downstairs for the wrap-up show (more Gay Beaver…love it, love it!) and to meet up with some Montana college friends I haven’t seen in 4 years. I’m completely exhausted and crave sleep almost more than oxygen, but it’s my last night in Vegas and I have my heart set on seeing Justin McBride and Scotty Alexander play some good tunes.
Thanks for your time! Viva Las Vegas 🙂
PS Vegas quote of the week: Christa and I were in a cab at 3:30 AM heading back to our hotel, and the cab driver asked us where we were from.
“Northern Nevada,” replied Christa.
“Oh, what town?” asked the cabbie.