Kevin has a love for Vegas, as equivalent to my love for Disney World. For seven years Kevin had been telling me he can't wait to take me to Vegas. We went on a date to Vegas this past weekend, and yes, we called it a date, not a trip, because it was so short.
I am not sure if it is as he imagined? It's probably pretty rare that an employee at the casino gets asked at the wee hours of the morning where the flamingos can be found? One lady just looked at us like we were stupid and said, " This is the Flamingo, you are in it. " It is either because of bad sense of direction, or having to stop and look at every restaurant, store, and bar on the way ( oh and don't forget the million bathroom stops), it took us three hours to get where we were going. Yes, we reached destination pink bird at 4:30am.
You know Kevin was supposed to catch a flamingo in Florida, as he so confidently made a bet with me that it he could catch one. It was his chance to redeem himself at the Flamingo casino where they have an outdoor garden full of the long legged, skinny neck, perfectly hot pink birds. The problem was that after the three hours it took to find them we realized this challenge was not going to be possible with it being as dark as it was, and we had no food to lure them in. We did get to see them, so that was fun!
I let Kevin off the hook of even trying. We were both glad when we just finally found them. They are so funny looking sleeping on one leg.
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