i know the phrase "youth is wasted on the young" is nothing new... but wouldn't it be awesome if we could all be 80 for a week... in our 20s? i think so! what we would learn about not taking our bodies for granted... oh... wouldn't that be great. i remember one time i was with my friend laura... we stopped at a cracker barrel on a roadtrip back from sxsw... we walked in and the teen hostess took one look at us and said... "hooo-eeee.... ya'll looked like you just stepped out of a new york magazine".... oh how we laughed... and laughed and laughed... she thought we were glamorous and polished and shmancy... and i suppose compared to her and her co-workers at the cracker barrel in northern texas... we were pretty impressive... that's kinda how i feel for the first day i am in laughlin every time... i look around and i see things that i can't even imagine people wearing... crazy hats... long gone fashions... mish mash hair-dos and walkers of all shapes and sizes... compared to that i am prettttty hot... ha... but it takes about 15 seconds to realize... that means absolutely nothing.... nothing at all... and i am lost again in a sea of human beings... that are all on the same page... we are all just alive... it's easy to forget that sometimes. it's easy to believe that your clothes or your status make you who you are. i guess that's one of the main reasons i love going back each year when mom takes me. it reminds me that i am just as alive and just as dead as any 80 year old at a casino in the middle of the desert. that i have today and maybe tomorrow and if i am lucky a few more tomorrows.