Saturday we drove to Las Vegas to witness our daughter's graduation from Nevada State University, in Henderson She graduated summa cum laude with a 3.98 grade point average, tied for the highest ever awarded at the school. She also was Valedictorian, and gave a rousing speech. It was a deep honor, well worth the sixteen hour round trip.
We spent the night at the Four Queens hotel casino in Las Vegas. Di had never actually been to Las Vegas proper before, a distinction she had held onto proudly all her life. Now the last remaining claim to abstinence is the fact that she has never seen "True Grit."
That won't change unless I tie her to a chair and force her to watch it, which is something that will never happen.
I saw "True Grit" once, totally by accident. Some friends and I went to see a double feature, but "True Grit" was already half over when we got in. So we watched the last half first and then stayed to watch the first half last -- and felt we had not missed a beat. Once we got to the point where we started, we left.
I don't remember the second film. That's irony for you. I think there was so much fuss about Marion Martin's performance that the film about an old man/protector/western knight kicking ass on a half dozen bad guys, reigns in his teeth, became etched into my memory banks.
I've always felt bad about that.
John Wayne would have liked the Four Queens. They have smoking and non-smoking stalls in the bathrooms replete with ashtrays -- I kid you not. And cup holders on the urinals. Now I know what they mean when they say, "What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas." Where else can you have your beer and pee it too, in one convenient process??
So now Di has been there, done that. I kinda feel bad about that, too.
Fut our youngest child has beaten all the odds and made it through with highest honors. Rooster Cogburn would be proud.
I feel great about that.
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