Red Square

In my late 20's, I went on a family trip to Las Vegas. On our first night, we had dinner at Red Square - Mandalay Bay. It was a dinner celebration done right...we spent the evening feasting on caviar and washing it down with endless bottles of Russian vodka from the private vault, all in the privacy of our own plush dining room. You'd think with a setup like that, we'd spend the rest of the night there, but au contrare, it was just the beginning! We stayed until closing then moved on to the next late-night (or in this case, early morning) venue. Needless to say, I had such a great time, that I was compelled to pick up a momento before leaving the restaurant. Typical of Las Vegas apparel, souvenirs to choose from were a slew of midriff t-shirts, and I didn't hesitate to get one. Back home, I wore that t-shirt many-a times, but soon retired it into the depths of my closet when I "grew up."

Recently, I was going through old boxes of clothes, and came across my Red Square t-shirt. Now in my mid-thirties, I didn't dare try it on. For some reason, it looks even smaller than what I remember it to be, so look who's inherited it...Little Miss Gabby is carrying on the torch for her mommy!