A brief summary of Locust Valley....green, gorgeous, affluent and affable. Spending most of my youth there totally unprepared me for the "real" world, let alone Las Vegas.
As we pulled onto the strip I was like a kid in a candy store. Where to stop first? A cheapo motel at the end of town. That envelope of cash was not overwhelming and large expenses lie ahead...an apartment -oh, bliss - and paying my own way for the first time in my life. After checking in and checking out the rather dismal accommodations we drove past landmarks I'd only seen on television. The Tropicana, Frontier Hotel and the Little Chapel of the West that, unfortunately, I'd know more intimately a few years down the line.
But, I digress.
The only thing that could have made that night MORE perfect would have been the Rat Pack appearing at the Sands. We were barely "legal" and able to walk into the Casino at the Sands. Wow, free watered down drinks, oxygen pumped in to keep you awake long into the night or day and not know which, people dressed to the nines and the clanging of slot machine bells.
My "life plan" seemed a lifetime ago as I bought twenty dollars worth of nickles and headed for my first adventure.
Mature beyond words was how I felt.
The night was young and truth be told I was, of course, even younger.
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