Romance – On The Band Strip Of The Las Vegas Show

When the girls are dancing in a show band in Las Vegas, you only think of one thing. I want to go there! To listen to music. Listen to the rhythm. It’s all part of the presence you feel when you’re sitting on the court.

The lights attract.

The girls on the strip dance to a different beat. They move with the lights, with the music and with the rhythm of the city that never sleeps.

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Golden lights that return the stars to the universe. The sun never sleeps in Las Vegas.

The food in Vegas.

Have you ever eaten on the strip? Even on the back roads there is nothing like it. They serve up massive portions of goodness, dripping with delicious decadence and yum. It is too wonderful to believe. But you do, because the bands on the show sway and you fall in love. The strip offers more than just showing crazy band music. There’s the feeling of walking through lights so bright you don’t even notice the night.

So you wonder why they call it the city of sin?

I lost my heart on the strip. I gave it.

I am telling a story here.

First up is the bourbon, on the rocks. Always on ice. The glamor of lights. And the shine that makes everything dance. The music coming from the bar along the strip and then there are the parking lots. They are so well lit and they are so big. I mean, even parking lots let you fall in love.

And then you meet Elvis in the Chapel. They said he wasn’t real. But I know Elvis. He had the smooth voice of syrup and treacle. And the movements. In the middle of the message, he crouched down and came back up singing Blue Suede Shoes. My girl thought he was real. I’m not going to argue.

We then had breakfast on the strip.

They served bacon and eggs, fruit cups, and those long, skinny sausages. There were candles. Rose petals.

And the show band appeared on stage dancing up a storm with a string band. and brass. Have you ever heard five trumpets and a saxophone in the middle? It was like waterfalls in the middle of the mountains. It’s just that it all happened in Las Vegas. Everything, right there on Nevada Avenue.

Now, I’m not sure. But I’m going to tell this story this way anyway.

Saint Peter was there, guarding the pearl gates, and on the other side was heaven.