Crabby Crab's Las Vegas Vacation

"It's a corny old gag about Las Vegas, the temporal city if there ever was one, trying to camouflage the hours and retard the dawn, when everybody knows that if you're feeling lucky you're really feeling time in its rawest form, and if you're not feeling lucky, they've got a clock at the bus station."  ~ Michael Herr

I went for a brow-waxing before we took off to Sin City. John John "Crabby" Crab said he needed a little trim, so I took him along.


Becky Laird put Crabby Crab in a booster seat and spruced him up. When you visit Crisfield, give Becky a call for a new do: 443.783.0770. 

Crabby Crab enjoyed his booster seat.

Becky was very gentle with him.

Crabby Crab even insisted on paying.

Little did I know that Crabby Crab wanted more than a trim. We had been conned. After we were well on the road to our son's house in Bel Air, to spend the night before catching the red-eye at BWI, he surprised us by jumping out of my camera bag. At first we scolded him for being a stow-away crab. After a while we forgave him.

Crabby Crab was fascinated with the GPS.

My husband enjoyed a little help with the driving.

Crabby loves to pay for things (with our money) and was excited when we reached the toll booth in Delaware. The cashier was a little scared when she turned around to see a crab on the loose, but she  got a kick out of Crabby when she found out who he was. I think he wanted to stay awhile and visit.

A few miles down the road Crabby Crab took a photo of the bridge that carries Highway 1 over the Chesapeake and Delaware Canal.

Stay tuned for more adventures of Crabby Crab gone wild in Vegas. I will try to update daily.