Vega$.

Tomorrow we head home to Tucson and I can say it’s been a very nice time in Vegas but I’ve had my fill. We’ve been staying at the Downtown Grand near “The Fremont Experience”. There’s plenty of LED screens, loud music, and people flying by on zip lines. It’s a lot of fun, but I feel like we’ve done it for this trip and that’s all good.

It’s been too long since I’ve done so much people watching. It’s different now than what it used to be. The pandemic changed us all. Politics are everywhere. I passed a Vietnam Vet in a wheelchair who appeared to have Parkinson’s Disease. He was carrying a big poster of President Biden dressed up as a member of the Taliban. Many folks around him were offering to buy the Vietnam Vet a beer. I don’t know if it was for his service or his political beliefs.

And a quick aside, on this trip I noticed gas prices have gone up quite a bit in the past couple of weeks. Someone put stickers all over the fuel pump. The stickers had picture of Biden saying “I did this”. For those that are stupid, the President of the United States does not set the price of gasoline. It’s called capitalism, and gas prices are going up it’s because of supply and demand, not some edict from the Oval Office. Grow up.

I’m going home with a little more money than I brought and we are well under our gambling budget for this trip. We walked “the Strip” this afternoon and had a nice time. The Fremont Street and the Strip are like two completely different Vegas experiences. I like them both, in moderation. Two and a half days have been enough.

Caturday.

Jamie snapped a photo of Truman giving us his opinion on the new furniture arrangement in our Great Room.

Americana.

So I’m not sure how I feel about this restaurant. It’s called the “Heart Attack” and you can weigh yourself on the way in. The scale is huge with a large LED readout for everyone with an interest to gaze upon. If you weigh more than 350 lbs., you eat for free. There are signs talking about lobster and steak. I don’t know what the prices are for folks that weigh less than 350 lbs.

I’ve known plenty of folks weighing more than 350 lbs. over the years. I wonder how they would feel about the theming around this restaurant. I know that being that heavy increases health concerns, in many cases dramatically, but most folks of any size seem happy with their weight.

Honestly, the first thing that crossed my mind when I saw this restaurant was, “only in the good ol’ U.S. of A.”. We live in odd times.

Anniversary Gambling.

We were married in a legal ceremony 10 years ago this past Wednesday. We would have done it sooner but the government, and too many in the populace, felt the gays shouldn’t be legally married so while we’ve been together for over 25 years, as of this week we’ve been legally married for a decade.

We were married in a casino so it’s only fitting that we are celebrating a decade of legally wedded bliss in Las Vegas. My husband arranged this entire trip. We drove across the desert today and arrived in plenty of time for dinner. As of this writing, we have both doubled our daily allowance for gambling purposes. We are having fun and our inhibitions are loose. Make of that what you will.

I just know that I’m blissfully happy, both before this trip to Vegas and during this trip to Vegas. The rest of the family is home with Truman, and send their well wishes.

Legal Decade.

10 years ago today, my husband I were legally married at Turning Stone Casino and Resort in Verona, New York. The ceremony was attended by 75 of our family and friends. I still choke up when I think of the day, and I can’t believe we legally tied the knot 10 years ago.

25 years ago today, I got down on one knee on a mountain in The Adirondacks south of Inlet, New York and I proposed to Earl, in front of a group of spectators that happened to be hiking that day. We celebrated our commitment ceremony on December 26, 1996. It wouldn’t be until 2011 that New York State deemed us worthy of a legal marriage and we put the celebration together as quickly as possible.

It was wonderful.

Here’s a photo from our one year legal anniversary celebration back at Turning Stone Casino and Resort. We were seated at a table next to one of the Queer Eye guys from the original series. I don’t know what he does now.

I just know that I’m still blissfully in love and quite happy to be gay, because we get to celebrate lots of anniversaries.

Return To Service.

Our web host is still restoring servers across their platform, but our service (on server #1!) has been stable for the past 24 hours. Fingers crossed.

Interruptions.

Our web hosting company has been struggling with service for the past 48 hours. This is the fallout of a server migration that was suppose to take place in an eight-hour window on Saturday, Oct. 9. There has been little communication on the subject from the web hosting company, which is quite disappointing. If you’ve been stopping by and finding no traces of this site, my apologies, but fret not, I have no plans on discontinuing anything.

Thank you for your continued interest.

Remember When…

One of things I like about the Photos app on Mac and iOS is one can type the date into the search bar and see all the photos taken over the years on that date. I’m sure you can do this with Google Photos and the like, and it probably works better than the Apple counterpart (albeit with less privacy) so ultimately this practice is fun for the whole family.

I typed in today’s date and was reminded of a trip to Kansas City. My husband was there on business and I was working remotely (as a digital nomad) and discovering the convention area where we were staying. I didn’t remember much about this trip until I saw this photo pop-up; I stopped into a barbershop outside of Kansas City and got a shave from this barber who posed with me for a Yelp photo. I remember the barber, his name was Jarrit (with that distinct spelling). I also remember he didn’t cut me or slice my throat or anything.

Caturday.

Truman enjoys hanging out on my office window sill but only before 10 a.m. His routine can be as predictable as mine. We both enjoy the desert sun.