Ocean's Six

We hailed from all over, the six of us* who gathered for an eventful weekend in Vegas. We each brought a special skill to "the job", ranging from the coveted Monk-like ability to return everything to its proper place, to ancient family wisdom of finding winning slots. While our heist failed in that, as the Treasure Island pirates might say, "we left port without our booty", we enjoyed a great time nonetheless.

Some highlights,... Ready, Go:

• Shuttle driver Yolanda, who schooled us in surviving on The Strip, in her deep booming voice over blaring hip hop hits
  
• 3-hour buffet lunch at the Mirage and running into our wedding DJ at the tilapia station
  
• Comedienne Rita Rudner and her decorative pillows (no innuendo intended)
• Dancing fountains at the Bellagio that evoked mouth-dropping awe like when I was a 6-year old at Disneyland
  
• Papa John's pizza ("papa-sized") and wings at 2AM
  
• Blue Man Group, still a must-see with loads of new material since I last saw them 10 years ago
• Cab driver Earl from Chowchilla, CA who kindly offered to let me steer while he scribbled on his clipboard

Our next caper? Portland, perhaps.

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* Ocean had already left the scene at time of photo.