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October 21, 2003 |
VegasVegas was interesting. I visited my mom there for a few days. I thought I would get away and have some time to write while she was at work. But it soon became apparent she had plans for me, as she took the time off from work.
What we did: Saw "O", you know, the water Cirque du Soleil show. After the initial impressiveness wears off [10 minutes] it is like being stuck in a French dream. I would have much preferred the Discovery Show version, a behind the scenes tour. How do they move the floor back and forth? how deep is the pool? is the water heated? are the scuba divers on a rotational schedule? etc. But since that information wasn't presented, I enjoyed the idea that someone must have had a lot of fun putting the sets together. My mother took me to her workplace to... well... show off. Yes, I was on display, like a good trophy-child. She is really taking a chance as her co-workers do not know how old she is and that is very important to her. As she will never tell, by introducing me, she kind of had to cop to being at least 50. Lucky for her, I look young. They all ogled at my 'beauty' and my mother had to brag about me having been a model in Japan, like what, 20 years ago! Let's just forget the other accomplishments of my life since then! Sigh... this is her limit. So I stood there, laughed at the absurdity of it all, smiled and made her happy. Impressions
of Vegas: I don't know if any of you have noticed the recent advertising for Vegas. It has changed from a few years ago away from being family-orientated, to more of an adult playground, where secret fantasies can come true and no one has to know. I saw many ads and billboards for erotic, adult themed shows. They hovered between being a strip club and a topless show. Sex wins. My favorite billboard was quite plain and stated: Vaseceomy.com I think they would get more 'sales' if they added some T&A to the ad. All in all, I wore lots of makeup, got a lot of attention towards my bust, ate well and got to know my mother better. |
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