There was sunshine and azure sky, there was warmth, there was leisurely strolling with a dash of economic stimulus thrown in. There was brunch at the Bellagio.
And then, just when I could not imagine it getting any damn better, it did.
The Baron and Baroness pilgrimmage-d to the place which is quintessentially Vegas.
The kitsch.
The costumes.
The shine.
The.
Freakin'.
Liberace.
Museum.
Today's TT presents to you the sign that all see at the outset of their tour around all that is "The King of Bling"; use it liberally at your discretion:
Just as I was honored to be your museum docent and provide you with a new spin on "aht" in my "Lessons from the Louvre", please join me for the next couple of days as I introduce you to the Swarovski-bedazzled world of fabulosity known as Liberace.
