Unplanned discoveries are usually the most memorable of all.
Last weekend, Brent and set off on yet another road trip to Vegas. Before this year, the last time I had been to there was when I turned 21. My grandparents and I drove across the desert and celebrated with room service at the MGM Grand. (I party hard yo’.) In the past 6 months, I’ve been to Vegas four times. Four times. In those four visits, I’ve gambled exactly $5 and “Kitty Glitter” ate that up in less than 5 minutes. Hiss. I’ve also kicked a few heads, hence, the regular trips to Vegas.
On this particular trip, we decided to stop at Primm. There is something about Primm that intrigues and amuses me. We wandered around the dreary outlet mall for a bit before we deciding to follow the dirt road to the Ivanpah dry lake bed. Unbeknownst to us, there was a land sailing competition or festival of some sort taking place.
Out on the lake it was warm and breezy.
I insisted on snapping a few pictures of my love.
And he of me.
But what really grabbed our attention were the kites that filled the sky.
The kites danced while their riders glided across the dry earth.
A land sailer who had come all the way from Great Britain for the event.
It was oddly quiet and we were quite content to be with our thoughts fleeting about like the kites in the distance.
With love,
Jenn
May 31, 2011 at 5:26 pm
I’m gonna just go out on a limb and say that:
*you are gorgeous
*Grent is studly
*that Brit doesn’t look British
May 31, 2011 at 5:27 pm
I just typed something that went into the Internet bermuda triangle:
I meant Brent brent brent, not grent