Last night we had dinner with Debbie Drummond and Michael Petit, the fabulous Las Vegas realtors who helped get us here. It was a multi level celebration.
We celebrated the demise of Hurricane Sandy. We praised the Gods that she was not as deadly as we expected her to be. We were thankful that our families survived. The tree that fell on my brother’s house can be removed and the damage repaired. It is all good.
We talked about Las Vegas and how happy Steve and I are to be living here, even before Hurricane Sandy came on the scene. We like our house, our neighborhood, and the great people who live here.
Corky and Michael Eden next door are fun, friendly and welcoming. Art Spiro across the street is kind and friendly. Carolyn Stephens is warm, wonderful and welcoming. Chris and John Hawkins and their children are fun to be with. Along with Debbie and Michael you can see, we are not alone in Las Vegas. And there are more people here we haven’t met yet.
Tonight is special. I will be attending my first poker game as a “Las Vegas Poker Hottie.” First a “Twitter Bad Ass” and now a Las Vegas Hottie. Who knows what will be next.
As we were driving home last night, Steve said, “It is kind of hard to explain, but I feel right – as if Las Vegas is where I am supposed to be.” I agreed. Las Vegas does feel right. We are happy here.
As we walked through Town Square, a shopping village, with Debbie and Michael last night, life was good. The full moon and the perfect temperature belied the fact that trouble could be brewing anywhere in the world. We are in Las Vegas.
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