Well, actually, no.  I had a great time at the show, and, since most or all of these guys could have been my son (and a late-life baby at that), I can’t say I got terribly excited.  (Bring on Sam Elliott, Clint Eastwood or George Strait and it might be a whole different ballgame.)  As adorable, not to mention truly talented, as these young Aussies are, they didn’t make my heart go pitty-pat.   Did I enjoy their acrobatics, their saucy little smiles and sculpted bodies?  You bet.  I might be getting older, but I’m not blind–or dead. 

We’re getting ready

Well, it’s been a fun trip so far, with more excitement coming  soon.

Wednesday night, when we arrived (we being Jenni, Wendy and me), we checked in at the Venetian and basically crashed, we were all so worn out.  The flights themselves were pleasant enough,  but travel is a hassle any way you look at it.  All that hurrying, and the security stuff, and the checking of bags–well, you know what I mean. 

Thursday (yesterday) was the much-anticipated Justin Crisis Luncheon out at South Pointe Casino, a happenin’ kind of joint for sure.  The luncheon was great–Michael and Paula Gaughn,