Purple Bow Tie o’ the Day showed off its glitzy gold rick-rack thread as I declared an official Swimming Suit Day in Las Vegas. Suzanne chose not to celebrate the holiday. Party pooper! In Tucson at the beginning of last week, I was busy gallivanting around seeing the cacTIE, so I didn’t have time to hang at the pool in my famous stripey, old timey bathing suit. I was darn sure gonna pool around when we got to Vegas. Alas! The temperature in Las Vegas during our stay was not conducive to pool possibilities.
But… you know me. If I want to wear my retro swimming suit, I will find a way. I will manufacture a reason to wear it. Thus, I declared the Swimming Suit Day holiday. On, went my groovy suit. On, went my jacket. On, went Bow Tie. My bathing suit got to do almost everything, except swim. It gambled at the penny slot machines with us. It sped down the zipline with us. We rode the bigly Ferris wheel. And we got our pictures “tooken” with the purple zebra in our hotel’s casino.
Note that Bow Tie got scared by the zebra, and stealthily hopped off my neck before Suzanne snapped the pic. I didn’t notice it had run away until we were back at our room. When I realized my neck was bare, I was sure Bow Tie was a goner. I imagined it being infinitely stepped on by steel-toed boots; flattened by road-building vehicles; and mangled by farm machinery. I was overcome with grief in the hotel room, while Suzanne went back down 17 floors to the purple zebra. When she came back, cradling the unscathed Bow Tie, she told me Bow Tie had been patiently sitting by the purple zebra, waiting to be retrieved. I have taught my bow ties that if we ever get separated, they should stay put where they are. And we’ll find ’em. It’s always good to know my neckwear listens to my admonitions.
Swimming Suit o’ the Day was giddy and exhausted by the end of our day’s adventures. You know how much I adore my stripey, old timey bathing suit. I didn’t want to take it off, so I slept in it. I’m thinking I will one day declare an official Swimming Suit Vacation. No other clothing allowed! I hope we’ll be going somewhere toasty on that vacation.
FYI I included my fave Dauphin Island, AL beach photo here, so you can see my entire swimming suit, in all its glory– in case you missed its debut last September.