Man alive I love that Elvis song. I grew up vacationing in Vegas; I have been countless times and each time we do something new. Believe it or not, we’ve never stopped at the Las Vegas sign. What better time than on my 21st birthday? Holla.
Then the night ended when Celine Dion sang a two hour lullaby to me, not to 500 other people, just me. She is amazing. Nobody can sing like she can and she is smokin for her age. For some reason or other, I can’t really explain why, but one of my three cries a year tends to be on my birthday. Last year it was Toy Story 3 that got me going… this year… Celine. Its ridiculous, hardly anything makes me cry, I feel like Cameron Diaz in The Holiday most of the time, but leave it Celine to stir up the emotions. Now that I’m 21 I feel like doing something CRAZY! Like maybe not wearing my seatbelt to the grocery store or leaving the fridge door open just because. No no… I just couldn’t do those things. I’ll settle for an Anne of Green Gables marathon instead. I know a lot of people who would really call me crazy for that! Their loss really.