My first full day in Vegas started chilly (in the 50’s, with the expected high of 62), and I decided to forego a swim for the elliptical in the exercise room.
The Tuscany has a heated lap pool, and it’s heated, but while my prior intention was to swim some laps in one of my Dee swimsuits, my enthusiasm for that idea did not jive with temps in the 50’s. So boy me did 30 minutes on the elliptical, then walked to a nearby 7-11 for some cereal, milk, and bananas. After spending the prior six weeks trying to slim a bit, I wanted to keep my calorie intake for the week under control. As it turned out, this was my only venture outside in boy mode during my stay.
While on the elliptical, I texted with friend Joyce Anne to see if she wanted to join me for an excursion to the Fashion Show mall. She wanted to and we agreed to meet at 10:30, and we would walk to the mall.
My shopping outfit of a crop top and skorts was one I had bought last year at the White House Black Market. Back in 2023 I met a sales angel, Tina, and she remembered me when I returned in 2025. I was hoping she was going to be working (unfortunately no), but another staffer did remember me from buying that outfit the year before and was complimentary of my outfit (always nice to get compliments). I tried on a few things, but nothing moved me (I have found things at WHBM to be hit and miss, but I have a few favorites from WHBM).Â
After WHBM, I went next door to Victoria’s Secret, looking for a strapless bra in a size smaller than my current strapless bra (I know, TMI). The one I had was a bit loose–either from stretching too much or because I had lost weight (guess which one I was hoping for), and my forms were, shall we say, a bit saggy? I found one and bought it (and figured out later I should have gone up a cup size, so I returned it to a closer VS the next day).Â
Joyce Anne had done some browsing on her own (did not find anything) and we met up and headed to Chipotle for lunch, and then back to the hotel–but not before a photo op for a display for breast cancer month (which I won’t share here because of privacy issues).
Having brought multiple swimsuits/bikinis, with the hope of sunny weather to wear them, I was somewhat disappointed by the cooler weather. However, with the mantra of lemons and lemonade, I decided the smaller hot tub was an option. I was the only one using the spa, but that was fine too.
Dinner was at a bar near Fremont Street and other friend, volunteer, and Uber driver beyond compare, Terri Lynn, offered a ride (or more accurately, I begged) and I decamped the spa to change to meet her at the appointed time.Â
With the cooler temperatures, I decided to wear one of my few long sleeve dresses. As it’s stretchy my slightly slimmer torso looks a little better than I did before. We had a nice dinner–if sharing a big plate of nachos with Terri can be called dinner–and six others joined us, including Joyce Anne. Had nice conversations with the others, including two who are in the early stages of transitioning. They both decided to attend DLV after meeting in group sessions of their online counseling (as I have written today, one advantage these days is being able to find a therapist who specializes in gender issues online; individuals aren’t limited to their geographic location).
And after the bar, as it was still relatively early, I decided to change into my cute red juniors dress and hit the casino. I think my winnings were $3–big money!
Wednes-Dee next week.
