For those of you who don’t know, my son ‘88’s birthday was on the 17th. He did what a lot of kids his age do when they turn 21, he went to Las Vegas. His sister ’80 took him and she made sure he had a good time…. a real good time! Below you will find a progression of the evening in photos and a video…….yes she took a video. Don’t judge him too harshly, after all you only turn 21 once……thank God. Remember: What happens in Vegas doesn’t always stay in Vegas.
This is his first alcohol purchase. Makes a Mother proud doesn’t it.
A little further into the evening. His choice of weapon, Rum and whatever is in the little green bottle.
Hit a few slots
Drink a little more with your sister. This time something blue.
Drink a little more, gamble a little more, drink a little lot more, and now karaoke. This is the photo. He’s not bad. He sings something called Dragula by Rob Zombie. I can’t believe the vocal sound that he does, he usually sings Sinatra.
This is the video. I have to warn you it is in a bar and the language throws a few f-bombs around. Plus we do not know any of these people in the bar so don’t ask about the feather boas because I don’t know. Sort of looked like a WWF retired wrestler’s convention.
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Still walking and heading back to the room to grab a bite to eat at 2:30 am. He’s a rock star.
He never did get anything to eat unless of course he ate the pillow that everyone thought looked like a giant Vienna sausage. My baby, well at least he is drooling like a baby.
I just need to lay down for a minute, really. Just let me close my eyes for 5 minutes and then we will go eat. Famous last words.
It is the next day and what is the plan stan, do it all again, ONE. MORE. TIME.
Viva Las Vegas!