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A while back, the boss (read wife) and I took a cross country motor trip through the middle America states to Nevada and Arizona.
Yep, couple days in Vegas and glad to have proof of what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas - we’ll start out with that as our Picture of the Day today.
I hit on Jeanne Doe (not her real name) in Gilley’s in Vegas. Music was so loud had to talk directly into each others ears to order a sandwich and a drink for me and the wife. With difficulty hearing what was being said, she shouted, “I get off at 10 p.m., call me and we can get together for a drink, if you know what I mean.”
Lordy, Lordy! Talk about a Hillbilly filled with excitement I hustled through dinner and went upstairs to bed. After the wife got asleep, I called down to Gilley’s abd in a low voice said, “May I speak with Jeanne Doe please?” Whispering into the phone, I told her, “The wife is asleep. Where do you want to meet?” She said, “Who is this? You’re going to have to talk louder I can’t hear over the bar noise.”
“I can’t,” I whispered, “it might wake up my wife.” “I can’t hear you,” she said, “Louder.” I whispered back, “Hang on, I’m coming down.”
As the lock clicked on the hotel door, my wife woke up: “Where do you think you’re going?” “Downstairs to get a drink,” I explained.
“I don’t think so, you get undressed and get in bed right now. We have a big day tomorrow.” Wussified, I complied. I knew I was headed toward a dangerous encounter and thought best against testing my ability.
But alas it was just the illusions of an old man’s evaporating fantasy! Suddenly it occurred to me what the ad meant when it says, “What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas” - which was the case of my illusion and encounter with Jeanne Doe. The wife had the Marianne Gingrich attitude: I couldn’t bring her home - even under the guise as a travel souvenir for my son!
From Vegas we headed south and hit a number of places through Texas and on the Gulf on the way back home.
Our daily pix will take you thru the Texas hill country, the LBJ ranch, Lukenbach and beyond.
Lukenbach had to be the editor’s personal favorite - the wife wouldn’t hear of it. Population 3. My kind of town. No light rail. No convention center hotel. No convention center. Just a beer joint, post office, outhouse, and hat sales pavilion.
I had to engage in other things to keep entertained, but it was hard leaving the little honey and Lukenbach behind.
Throughout the trip we selected local restaurants from the Yelp.com online service using instinct to interpret the type of clientele and star-ratings and had a 100% hit rating - all excellent and locally owned except one and while a chain, it was better than almost any individuality owned restaurant.
We hit Sedona, AZ, the Grand Canyon, Painted Desert, Petrified Forest, in addition to a couple Harley shops and a top quality hotel in New Orleans. We’ll be featuring brief vignettes and photos of the adventure. If anyone is interested.
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