Shark attack
One of the big parts of my whole Las Vegas trip, aside from all the glittery stuff, pretty ladies and dashing gents, was hanging out at the shark tank at the Golden Nugget. I LOVE Sharks....in a previous entry or comment to someone I had told the story about how, when I was a wee lass, I had a crush on Jaws and wanted to be his shark girlfriend. I would go underwater in the tub and shoot up and down pretending I was on a shark date with him and basically we'd just swim around and look cool and go out to eat ....A LOT. If any of you doubted me, here's one of the pictures I drew from that period:
I think we were out dancing in this one (the split is because it's the other side of one of those top-bottom flip books).
Yes I was slightly disturbed and yes again, I still am...but I'm mostly harmless.
So at the Nugget, I finally found my shark boyfriend. His name is Luigi and since Mister Reusch didn't come with me this year, he filled in as temporary male companion for the week. We couldn't go to shows or out dancing, but he sure did keep the drunks away from me:
I wasn't alone in this either....Little Brooklyn brought her own shark WITH her (well, the suit is close enough):
I think we were out dancing in this one (the split is because it's the other side of one of those top-bottom flip books).
Yes I was slightly disturbed and yes again, I still am...but I'm mostly harmless.
So at the Nugget, I finally found my shark boyfriend. His name is Luigi and since Mister Reusch didn't come with me this year, he filled in as temporary male companion for the week. We couldn't go to shows or out dancing, but he sure did keep the drunks away from me:
I wasn't alone in this either....Little Brooklyn brought her own shark WITH her (well, the suit is close enough):