Last year, I was recovering from surgery on my fiftieth birthday. I was in horrific pain and basically sleeping all day. We had to cancel my Vegas trip. So this year will be the do over. It's my fifty first birthday in a day, and it's gonna be a doozie.
Vegas is my place. I love walking into a casino and breathing the filtered air. The clanging of the slot machines, weirdly I know, calms my mind. The girls dancing on the tables. The music in the background.
Even the beforehand. Getting all dressed up in my room at the gorgeous hotel Circa. The rooms at Circa are epic, blue velvet retro Art Deco rockabilly fabulousness. Music playing loud. Horrorpops, then maybe some Buzzcocks or Cure and always Bowie. Doin my lashes. Lipstick, red of course. Thick eyeliner. New eyeglasses. Shiny, sparkly shirt with tight leggings. Boots. Then I'm ready and raring to go. A fancy drink in a roof bar before dinner makes it even more special.
It's sublime. Maybe I should enjoy going to fancy museums or walking the beach at 51, and I do enjoy those things, but there's something about sin city that just "gets" me. I even love waking up early to go shopping in the gift shop at the hotel. Later, out and about. Brunch in old town. Walking Fremont street. Laying by the amazing pool with the DJ playing 80s. Play my song DJ.
So that's all I gotta say. And now it's time to go have some fun, and let go, and forget all the stress and trials and tribulations.
To quote Lizzo, "it's about damn time".
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