Explosion

Today I set out to accomplish
my mission of finding a locally owned
clothing boutique here in Las Vegas that does not
specialize in strippers, fetishes, costumes, or fancy
dress.

Unfortunately, I did not have as good of luck as former President G. W. B (at RIGHT.)

Things got off to a steamy start (Not in a True Blood way sadly) when I got in my car and checked the temperature. 119 degrees! That is the highest temp. I have seen since I bought that car two years ago. I persevered, sure that I had found what I was looking for in a store called The Attic.
The Attic is located in Las Vegas's Arts District, which had a lot of potential, but not a lot of parking, open stores, or people.

I arrived at The Attic and saw that it was all boarded up. That is odd, I thought. Then I contemplated getting out of my car, crossing the street, and reading the sign written in rainbow colors (like my favorite spelling assignment to give my kiddos) on the board covering the door. I was saved from the effort by a kindly security guard who informed me that an explosion had occurred at The Attic and it was closed for the time being.

An explosion...

This was an interesting development. I decided to drive around the Arts District in the hopes that I might stumble upon a gem. Nothing that I saw was worth going out into 119 degrees for. Art galleries are great for people with money.

An explosion...