(Part of Colours of Las Vegas)
I’d gotten pictures of myself in a swimsuit before, but never a bikini. Honestly, I was a bit terrified even buying this because how could it possibly look good? I was glad to be mistaken. This was a good start to the day.
It wasn’t a full-on bikini-world, however. A cover-up was necessary because of the obvious reasons. I saw what was down there, it was not a good look.
I’d mentioned that I’d gone to tan by the pool the day before, not dressed up. The reasons behind that are trifold: One, I’d never been to a casino pool before, so I had no idea what to expect, and hey, why not do something a bit scary. Two, my recent love of Birkenstocks has left my feet awkwardly tanned, and so getting some sun on the less-sunned bits might help even out the colouring. And three, I wanted to get the lay of the land just in case I decided to be brave and venture down there in a bikini and take some pictures.
Well, I didn’t do that. Given the heat, the wig, and the medication, sitting in the sun sweating off my makeup did not sound appealing. Also I didn’t want to waste PRECIOUS CAMERA TIME, and I didn’t want to pop down there for ten minutes to take a hundred selfies with my shitty selfie stick. So, the terrace was it.
Not mad though. Not mad at all.
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