Love, the Cirque du Soleil show to Beatles music was absolutely fantastic and I suspect I will now add Vegas shows to my activity list for future trips. My dad won $2300 on his birthday and that also set a new Davey family win record for a single sitting at a table. My mom who has never really won anything in Vegas hit a grand the following day so everyone was in extra high spirits. It was ultimately a pretty short trip. We left on Monday and got down there around 4:00 because the plane's departure was delayed an hour. I skipped Monday night sleep. A very funny thing happened on the way back to the Mirage (where we were staying).
It was about 4:30am Tuesday morning and I had been popping around town hitting different casinos when I felt it was time to return. I had told the cabbie to take me to the Mirage but fate had other plans. As I frequently do I chatted with the cabbie while we were en-route to the hotel this may partially explain why we ended up at Caesars. I didn't say anything and figured that I am here so I might as well check it out, I hadn't been there this trip and it really is a beautiful place. My favorite time in Vegas is between 3am - 7am. The whole town really is quiet and places built to handle thousands of people only need to deal with maybe a few dozen. As I walk into the place I am almost instantly greeted by a woman. She wasn't poorly dressed but her sunken cheeks gave her that very specific trashed out crack head look. "Can I be with you?" was the verbal component to the visual assault. This simple request seemed particularly well suited to a simply response of "No". I was a bit taken aback when this was insufficient and she needed clarification, "Why?". Again a simple question that required a simple response. So with handle to shoulder in the most elegant manner I informed her "Well, I'm a homosexual". "Don't say that so loud" was her knee jerk reaction married to a rather painful look of horror on her face. While I was having an absolutely wonderful time chatting with a Vegas whore, Hotel Security was clearly not amused with this and approached her asking for ID. I took this break in our conversation to leave since she had now found somebody to "be with". The rest of the morning was uneventful until I retold this story to my mom up in the hotel room. She had just gotten out of the shower and was dressed for the day and when I ended the story with "and they took the skanky whore away" she proceeded to spray coffee all over herself. It was like icing on the cake and made me laugh even more.
Goddess I love that town! You just never know what's going to happen, who you'll meet, what you'll see and what crazy "never in my hometown" experiences you might have. The next trip isn't until May so this story is going to have to tide me over until then.
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