It Feels Like the Last Time

A most fitting culmination to a weekend of packing and recycling was a stop at Luv it Frozen Custard, one of our favorite spots in Las Vegas. We’ve managed to take most of our guests there at least once with regular returns requested by those who have been initiated. As I savored my Western Special, it occurred to me that this might be the last time. The closer we get to moving day increases the number of these finales. Unless something unexpected occurs, I will be making my last visit to the Nevada Cancer Institute in a couple of weeks. Prudence the Prius will have her last scheduled maintenance from the dealer this Friday. Our last meal from the Omelet House may have been this past weekend, as well. A lot of water has passed under the bridge since Nate Holt introduced me to its outstanding cuisine nearly fifteen years ago. And there are some things that won’t be lasts because they were never firsts: Olympic Garden’s topless fare which tantalizingly shares Luv it’s parking lot, or Cheetah’s Gentlemen Club which I have suggested to numerous visitors without any takers. Our Las Vegas bucket list is a work in progress, but there’s no doubt that we will need to be paying attention to the many things we’ll be doing for the last time.