Life Can Be Weird in Las Vegas

My daughter is in 6th grade and tonight had her middle school choir concert. My wife and I sat in the audience, listening to a 12-year-old boy and girl sing to each other, “Something in the way you move, makes me feel like I can’t live without you. It takes me all the way. I want you to stay” and then an entire choir singing about how I can “make your dreams come true tonight.” And we’re giving each other “Seriously?” looks.

Meanwhile, my daughter, who is sitting with her 6th-grade-girls choir, watching the other choir groups, at one point turns to Floyd Mayweather’s daughter (yes, that Floyd Mayweather, the undefeated champion and highest paid athlete in the world) (they are friends and stand next to each other in the choir) and says, “Did they just say the D word?” Floyd’s daughter says, “The D word? Do you mean damn?” My daughter says, “Yes.” Floyd’s daughter says, “You don’t curse?” My daughter says, “No.” And Floyd’s 11-year-old daugther says, “How do you live?!”

Life is weird in Las Vegas.