The Vegas Adventure

And so, as I hear the soft sound of jazz in the background of my Dallas apartment, lost in the melodies of Miles Davis, I am moved to remember the memories of Vegas, those many miles from here and but a few moments past.
Time moves quickly without one wanting it too. Too often I forget what has just past only a moment before, but to be sure I still will recall the time not so long ago when a few of we foistian clan were together.
For the week of Independence, twas a day to look fourward too. I left on a Tuesday flight and found my way to Vegas before it was night. The city was quite a sight with all its decor to be sure. The weather was not quite to my liking, too hot and too dry - it was the type of day one could easily pass by outside, and rather roam around at home.
Much of our time was spent there too, in the house where most of the family resided.
On the day of Independence we made our way to the house of some friends of the bride and groom, they were kind enough to offer room for the guests that had gathered for this fond affair. It was a day not to be forgotten, and although the air was rotten the occasion was most splendid. There was catering, and waitering, wine and cake for all at stake. It was a pleasant break from the busy life so far away.
The night too was young and would remain so until at least one or two, or perhaps even later. After the main event, we all moved on to a piano bar for a second celebration accompanied by musical recreation. The place was not bad, the company we had was quite relaxed as we enjoyed the entertainment of a popular piano pare, whose playing was most rare, that it made outsiders stare.
Once the music had past, we saw our last of that place and promptly moved on to a cocktail adventure before progressing to the dancers club, which gave a certain kind of rub. And once this rhythm was numb, we settled for a final bite before calling it a night.
There where other events of notable worth later on in the week. One of which would be a shame to forget, if I could remember the whole dam adventure. In short, we drove out to see old Hoover's ruins, those notable ones which hold back the river. We learned much of its history and saw deep inside its misery. Twas a fine business to be seen, and some of us were quite keen to know all of its fortunes, while others cared more to picture it through motion and sound.
And, as before stated there were other times spent, but for the sake of my consent I will leave them at that for I should think there will often be times to come on which I can "chew the fat" and tell you all about "that."

Keeping a little rhyme from time to time,

Audaciouslee