Another shortie before I head across the valley to our WPBT Winter Classic Tournament – hosted at Caesar’s Palace. I’m inhaling my coffee, trying to get my eyes to work -this day life is killing me. I do not know how you people fade the traffic and the sun in your eyes every day, give me the beautiful Moon Goddess, bathing me with soft, silvery light as my guiding star, and let me sleep through humanities insane rush to hurry up and go nowhere.

Whose toy is this?

When I cruised the casino floor for a moment, I went by the Lion Habitat to spot a crowd peering at a man that was in the habitat, standing down in one of the rock areas, peering at the lioness laying up above.

If this guy was a handler, he sure as hell didn’t look like one. He climbed up on a pathway and stood there for a few minutes. BOOM! She jumped up and raced down to him and he immediately dropped down to another rock area, with his back against the wall, while she stood and looked at him for about two minutes – approximately 10 feet from his face. He never moved or twitched. KEE-RIST! My heart went right into the back of my eyes when she jumped up. She turned her attention to the plexiglass walk way and walked away from him for a moment. When she turned away, he skipped down and out of sight. A few minutes later the show was over and she disappeared somewhere inside the habitat.

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What do you suppose Sweet Pablo was trying to convey here?

Maybe he was wishing me good sleep. Anyway…off to the tournament and my blogging pals that make life so much twice a year in Vegas.