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I went golfing in Vegas, but didn’t even hit a ball

Marrying Brit was like hitting the jackpot. Not only because she is obviously amazing (I mean I married her, right?), but because my now father-in-law lives in Las Vegas. Chicago winters, or winter and cold weather in general, are not made for me. I am cold in 70 degree weather and end up having to wear a coat, scarf, wool socks… you get the picture.

Brit and her dad are avid golfers, so it wasn’t until a week before we were leaving for Vegas, Brit tells me that we are golfing 18 holes the first morning we are there with her dad, friend, and her friend’s dad. Growing up, me and my family were more of the fake golfing type, the mini golf type, but any excuse to enjoy the weather in Las Vegas is good for me. So I was going to golf.. for REAL!

2 days before we left for our trip I caught a bad cold. Sore throat, even got a strep test that came back negative, clogged ears, dry cough; I was a mess. So when we left for Vegas and the morning came to golf, I was not up for it at all.

I became the designated “golf cart girl” and “flag holder”. While they were golfing, I decided to capture some of the views in Vegas.

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First thing people think about when they think about Vegas is the infamous Strip or Caesar’s Palace (made famous by the movie The Hangover). And If you have ever been to Vegas, the strip seems like all there is. Outside of the strip, one would find many homeless people and lots of open land… not much to see. I wanted to change that.

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Continue to view the world the way no one else would dare to.

xxoo Taylor

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