Sorry to have taken a completely unannounced and unexpected, nearly-month-long sabbatical. Was crushed out of this dimension and into some otherworldly place by the weight of real-world deadlines and had no time for my nonsensical blog. Not that anyone actually reads it… but I can pretend I was missed. Right?
Schedule appears to be more manageable now. Which means my pretend readers can expect a return to consistency in posting. No, really.
Here in Las Vegas for a video shoot. If it weren’t blindingly gaudy and garish, it wouldn’t be Vegas, right? (Pardon the very uncrisp iPhone pix.)
Flowery mosaic tile floors…
Floor to ceiling crystal chandeliers…
The crystals closeup… mmmm, twinkly.
Massive parasols hanging from the ceiling. I’m sure the stylist called these “whimsical”…
The disco bathroom — walls covered top to bottom in disco ball-esque mirrors. That was actually pretty cool…
Look up: disco balls!
But in case you’re thinking about getting all Studio 54 while you’re in here, think again…
More crazy ceiling lights…
At night, they change color…
In the hotel, a two line phone next to your toilet. With a hold button. “Excuse me a minute while I ugh…”
Outside the casino, quintessential Vegas views… and Manilow.
And now, homeward bound. Replete with debauch.
Either we’re that neighbor — the one people want to move away from. Or the folks across the street tried to wait out the bad economy to sell and finally caved. Actually, it’s the latter. Although we could be the neighbors from hell, who knows…
The owners sat on the house for two years and just couldn’t take it anymore. For sale, cheap.
Behind us, just on the other side of our adjoining neighbor, it looks like some recent move-ins are already building out the attic into a master suite or bowling alley or command center or something…
Jealosity. How did they manage to get the momentum going so quickly? Nice to see more remods happenin’ in the ’hood. That we don’t have to pay for.