We would have had lunch at Margaritaville but for the Grand Opening of its new casino taking place that day. I so wish I'd had my camera along when we were there--everywhere we looked there was someone decked out for the special event. Shark hats and parrot heads bobbed through the crowds. One otherwise normal looking woman sported a hat that included a real blender half filled with margaritas, and a tall skinny dude wore a full flamingo suit, tights and all. The guy next to him wore his super hero briefs on the outside of his tights. We just don't get that at home much.
That evening Ramona, her husband and John and I walked to California Pizza at the Mirage, and on the way back stopped in at Bill's gambling hall where they have three dollar tables so the guys could get in a little craps and black jack, but Ramona and I found our own entertainment. She flagged down a man I considered a pretty good Elvis (not that I'm knowledgeable on the subject, but you got your good ones and not so good.) and asked if we could get our pictures taken, with which he, being a good-natured representation of the icon, agreed. Thanks again, Ramona, for taking my picture with Elvis. She's just not afraid. Wish I had a picture of her in those light-up bunny ears, but that's another story.
I took a few pictures out back here at the Flamingo where they have huge, old koi and of course, Flamingos.
I found a shop where everything is ten dollars, and bought two necklaces crammed full of great beads. I'll dismantle them and make several things I like better. I also got some ideas for jewelry and maybe mask making too, for next October. If ever you're at a loss for inspiration, get out of the house and go window shopping. Give your eyes something unusual to see and let your mind out of its cage. You'll get a new perspective--a different one, at least. Especially someplace like Las Vegas.
The color is washed out in this picture, but you get the idea. Lots of possibilities here.
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