Today, October 10, marks 26 years since my Bug and I decided to get the hell out of LA on the heels of the LA Riots (Rodney King court case and the mayhem that followed).
We packed the van and moved into one of our family vacay condos in Laughlin, NV. My husband had ONLY been here ONCE, on a turnaround trip in September (still 'pretty hot' but not JULY HOT!)
I had been coming here since the 70s, and also spent 10 years in Palm Springs. So I knew exactly what this place was.
During that trip, standing on the Riverwalk overlooking the beautiful Colorado River, I asked him, "Well? Think you could live here?"
He said "It's SO beautiful, hell yeah I could live here."
"LOL, it gets HOT here."
He says in his FL drawl, "Ahm from Fla-duh, Ah can handle heat!"
I laughed. "Honey, you ain't EVER experienced heat LIKE THIS!"
(Florida heat is a whole nother story!)
Soo, to cut a long story short . . . we took a 1 month leave of absence from our jobs in LA 'just in case we made a mistake', and within the first week, we had officially quit and were holding hands, staring at the most glorious AZ sunsets known to man, asking ourselves what the hell we may have gotten ourselves into.
I still laugh at how Bug's first full year here was so rough for him. He didn't want to come out in the heat of the (125°) mid Summer days!
"I want to live like Egyptian royalty and only come out at night!"
(Such a drama queen!)
Fast forward to a few years ago . . . he comes home from work sweating like a pig, having driven home with the windows down. "What's the problem - AC go out in the Mustang?"
😎 "No. It just felt good." 😎
So here I am, 26 years later. With not a single regret.
🎶No special favors, make it out to cash
We'll spend it later, gotta make this romance last (that's it, that's it)
This must be just like livin' in Paradise
And I don't wanna go home!🎶