Sorry, I really don’t have anything too unsavory to tell you about my trip. I was, however given a phone number after a photo of me in a kaftan appeared on a friend’s instagram account. I am pretty sure that this particular Casanova says flattering things and leaves his phone number for all middle-aged women wearing a kaftan by any pool in Las Vegas so I am not letting it go to my head. Never underestimate the power of the kaftan though.
Poolside photo by Marita Meinerts
This is what Vegas feels like to me all the time—day and night—exciting & exhausting.
We did spot the ghost of Elvis very late one night. He is alive and well.
