It’s been a long hard year so far. Brutal. Fortunately, no matter how badly the year starts off there’s this little carrot hanging in front of this donkey (frequent commenter Jana has called me a shorter version of same :-)) called “Goodboys Vegas Weekend”. A few days to kick back, immerse yourself in total unreality, and forget about things. And I can’t recall a year in recent memory that I’ve needed it more than this one.

It’s hard to believe we’ve been going to Vegas in February for nearly a decade. And in that time most of us have learned the valuable lesson of tempo and the passage of time, the kinds of places where once it would be a hoot to hang out, now, er… not so much. I don’t do the crowds and the loud pulsating music any more, preferring instead the quiet of a golf course, a spa, a nice restaurant, and drinks at places like the Parasol Down. Sure, I’ll never forget some of the times we had when we were younger and more footloose and fancy free, but that’s what so great about Vegas over time. It never stays the same, it’s always changing as much (or sometimes even faster) than you are.

I’ll then leave y’all to your weekends and catch you back on Monday. It will be interesting to see just how much mud is in my front yard. Until then:

“The King”

ZZ Top

Shawn Colvin

Take your pick – they’re all great versions and soulful in their own way.

Viva Las Vegas, baby! Ring-a Ding Ding.