I just returned from a show in Las Vegas with Cameron. We stayed 3 nights even though i only went to the show one day. For some odd reason, he really wanted to come with me even to the show. God love that man! Actually, he is an amazing artist and is looking to launch his own line of women's t-shirts. Nonetheless, he is the most supportive person I have ever known.
He also happens to be a very skilled gambler (poo poo to those who think its all luck!). He won enough to pay for the trip, gifts for our 3 kids, several of vegas' finest buffets and almost $800.00 on top of that. I somehow managed to pocket the dough for an upcoming shopping trip that I have planned. I keep waiting for him to ask but he doesn't seem that interested in the money...just the glory of the win and my obvious persistent praise. I, on the other hand, did not fare well. I lost several hundred dollars and became a supportive bystander by night two. None of this is the part where I have become like my dear grandma. the picture should tell the story: On the first night I actually took pictures of our hotel bathroom at the Venetian as I was so impressed. Even took a picture of the toilet. This is the part where I have become my grandmother. God rest her sweet soul.....
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