Sharks, I’m talking about nude sharks, the real swimming-in-the-ocean kind. A surprise to find a stupendous shark reef in Las Vegas—I figure those sharks were either slapping their heads in wonderment on how they ended up in tinsel town, or else they are hooche sharks who volunteered to be caught hoping to become show girls.
The movie Jaws came out when Daughter Darling was oh, maybe three years old, and it totally freaked her. She would ask me to clear the swimming pool of any sharks before swimming. Well, now with her fear behind her, she is fascinated by sharks, and here to celebrate her birthday we end up at a shark tank—amazing how life works.
February 2 will be Baby Darling’s (now called Little Boy Darling) 3rd birthday, and he says he wants a snake cake. There is something weird going on in this family.
There are things to do in Las Vegas even with an almost three-year-old. We stumbled upon a free Dragon show at the Mirage Hotel. The show featured men in dragon suits—this being the year of the Dragon and all, Las Vegas is celebrating it. There were two men to a suit, like a horse suit where one man is standing straight while the other is hunched over being the tail end. These dragons were not ground crawling dragons or flying dragons, but pole dragons.
Those men in dragon suits hopped atop poles standing straight up to four feet high. Then to the beat of a drum those dragons hopped pole to pole. There were a dozen or so poles placed about one foot and a half from each other, and the dragons leapt from one tip top to the other, their feather-like hair flopping, and with the dragons rearing and wiggling their behinds, they looked like big floppy puppies. How the man in the back portion of the suit ever landed atop a 4 inch by 4 inch pole top is beyond me. Well, I can’t even imagine how the one in front did it either.
And then there was the Mirage Volcano updated recently so if you have ever seen it before, it is now bigger, better, more outrageous than ever. It is created in the bluffs and lake outside the Mirage and it erupts on the hour beginning at 5 pm. It was an astounding—fire blazing, monstrous rumbling, orange lights on water spraying zillions of feet into the air, lights under the water as though lava is flowing into it. Even from about 100 feet away we almost got out eyebrows singed. As a former resident of Hawaii who wouldn’t go near the lava flows, this is my idea of watching a volcanic eruption.
I bet the whole sum of one dollar and got back $1.18—better than the bank gives me. The trouble is I don’t know where my money voucher is…
P.S. I upped my website again with my new title to my book yet to be revealed...to read an excerpt check out www.wishonawhitehorse.com
Mahalo,
